The plan was to write about the lessons mentioned earlier but I’m not interested in them any more. They quickly began to feel like mental gymnastics. My heart and head weren’t committed to digging any deeper. Instead, my attention was captured by a singular feeling: dread.
It’s been one of those weeks. I haven’t had much to say. The fires of righteous indignation don’t seem to be burning brightly. I just want to curl up with a good book but there are too many interruptions. Thinking and writing seem mutually exclusive activities.