All The Essays I Didn't Write This Week
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This week I’ve been ✨overwhelmed✨ and my writing suffered.
No matter how long I stared at my notebook, this draft, or the wall, I couldn’t focus.
My brain wanted to zone out.
My body wanted to sleep.
My heart wanted to listen to Hozier.
If I could have, I would have turned into a tiny sheet of moss and draped myself over a big, dewy rock.
#springbodygoals
A few things I started writing about:
The rare double cicada mega-brood
The universal experience that is dating Matty Healy, apparently
My first dance class back in over a month
An update on my garden (positive)
An update on my children’s book (not positive)
An update on my next writing project (neutral)
The rare cicada mega-brood fungus, that is apparently making them gay
Chappell Roan, who, according to TikTok is making me gay
The other cats I met in the lobby when Gary got neutered
The raccoon that fought me for my Uber Eats order
Revisiting my favourite show, Fleabag
Empathizing with Jon Arbuckle
Instead of picking, I fell into the same paralysis that happens whenever I need to choose a new shampoo.
They all feel the same, and somehow bad, and making the decision is simultaneously the dumbest and most vitally important task of the day.
And so here we are. I have three different shampoo brands in my shower (all not good), and 300 words in this blog (also not good).
Back to cicadas…. Typically, my Sunday mornings feel a lot like this 👇
Today though, there is no singing.
I am still burrowed underground (aka in bed), feeling pretty gross, and surrounded by the shed exoskeletons of my brood (aka, the laundry I have not put away).
This post is hitting your inbox early so I can shake it off, take a break, and start fresh next week.
In the meantime, if you like any of the topics - or have other suggestions - please hit me up!