We’re in November already.

About two more months and then we’re done with 2018.

It’s time to start reflecting on the year again. It’s time to start going through the things and remembering what happened.

I don’t even remember.

The year had been a blur.

Ups. Down.

Like any other year.

I’m looking forward to the break. I need one.

Judgmental.

Angry.

More annoyed than angry.

That’s the state of my mind.

More annoyed than angry.

It’s mostly about work. It’s mostly about people at work.

Useless.

Incompetence.

Just tired.

I know that I need to let it go. Be a better person.

Things that I need to work on.

Hamartia. Mine.

I’m not patient.

I should let it go. Let it be.

Just let it be.

They are out of my control.

Let it go.

Be a better person.

Mantra’s that I need to live by.

Everyone has their problems.

People who don’t pull their weight.

Useless.

Incompetent.

Let it go.

My cave.

My routine.

Life has found its new normal.

Work. Classes. Staying home and doing nothing.

I cook on the weekends to relax and not thing about work.

I stay home to get away from people.

My weekends are my time to recharge.

Life.

Routine.

New normal.

Classes should be over in the next few weeks.

What will I do?

Continue or take a semester off and then get back on again?

I haven’t decided yet.

School.

Continuing education.

Growth.

My ambitions are taking over.

Is this the next step?

Am I growing as a person organically?

Or are things being dictated by work?

What about my creative endeavors?

What about my creativity that lies outside of cooking?

What about that?

I don’t know.

…new section.

Writing.

Creativity.

The ink well dries.

There’s not juice left. Barren. It’s a dessert of ideas.

I’m out of practice, I think.

It’s been a while since I’ve created anything.

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.

This year was meant to be the year that I get back on the wagon, but life proved it wasn’t so.

Distracted.

Priorities.

My life went on a different direction than I planned.

Typical.

My analytic logical brain took over and it left my creative brain thirsty for something.

I need a little click, a spark that ignites the reserves that I know I have.

Growth.

I’m trying.

Stories.

Dreams.

Ideas.

They are all in me.

I’m lazy.

My downfall.

It’s me.

Make time.

Make the effort.

Let’s see what next year brings.

Let’s see what next week brings.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

Life. It’s funny that way.

Hilarious.