2025 Goals & Oops My Life Imploded

 

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I posted the above January 06, 2025. Oh boy, I was on a roll. High hopes. Every day, I wrote. Even if it was just a bit. I was committed, locked in. Above all, I was happy. That sounds stupid, yet if someone else told me writing made them happy, I wouldn't say they were stupid. 

But I feel stupid now. My life imploded a few months later. Someone tossed a flammable can of chemicals on the metaphorical spark of my life. And just like that, stability fell into a raging river, rushed away. I have no free time. Negative time. 8 hours of sleep? Lol. Exercise every day? That's funny. I run errands on my lunch break, or I'm doing some kind of a chore in my office, or it's not going to get done. I go to work, come home to take care of the beings that depend on me, do the bare minimum for cleaning and upkeeping of the homestead, go to bed, repeat. No time for me. And if you know me at all, my mental health needs some dopamine hits from doing something I enjoy semi-regularly. 

I carefully planned my life so this wouldn't happen, and look how it goes. 

Out she goes!

I'm not sure how I can carve out time for writing right now. I made the above WIP image as kind of a pie-in-the-sky goal. No one reads these except for me, but it still stings. I'm not even close to having one WIP done. 

Okay. Look, right? This is where I say I failed, but no one's looking anyway. I only disappointed myself. And considering the rest of the metaphorical fires raging around me, not having a WIP to show to the three people who are mildly interested isn't going to make national news. This is where I say, sometimes life is hard. And 2025, I am sure we can agree, was deplorable. For so, so many people. I'm just a speck. And really, I'm not from places where it was the worst. We keep going, right?  

 

Gonna dance around this bonfire, when there's time. While I don't think this is really called "DEPRESSION" my mood has definitely shifted. It's hard to get my author voice and the tone of the piece to settle down into what I need. So I put in comments in my work so I know when something in me has me misaligned. In the future, I'll know to edit these parts with a critical eye. Sometimes, it's like, yeesh, reign back the sadness here, the story doesn't call for it. I was sad, and it leaked in.  

Some of the last few paragraphs I wrote before the 2025 life implosion. And don't come at me for the writing, it's the first draft, trying to word vomit the bones of the story to (digital) paper. 
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I've also wanted to write more blogs. I actually love blogging! Writing down my thoughts, or subjects I love, I dig it. And I just can't. No time, no drive. 

So...yeah. I'll write my WIPs when I have time. When the wind settles and as long as a house doesn't fall on me, I'll write.