Occupied Mind

I can’t even say that I’m not motivated to write. There’s so  much clogging my brain that it’s impossible to sit still and map something out. There are review notes floating about, journal-esque entries, poetry to share, and a research paper that will probably never get written because the annotated bibliography assignment I’ve been mulling over isn’t going to lead to anything significant. At least, not yet. 

Earlier in the month, I did something outside my comfort zone. And I haven’t written about it. I’ve also watched so many movies and listened to so many audiobooks. And not a single thing has been noted about them. 

I promised myself that the blog wouldn’t suffer, but suffer it has. 

I keep telling myself I’ll get around to updating this, but with readings and writings and class and parenthood and work, carving out a little bit of time when I’m not exhausted seems almost impossible. I hope to get better at it. I will. This was an adjustment semester. I swear.