I spent the day trying to think about what to post. What silly thing I wanted to share. What part of my life I felt comfortable putting on the internet. Then I cried a lot. Cried so hard that I threw up.
And came to the realization that I am fucking exhausted. There are things going on in my world that I can’t share, things that I have no one to discuss with. There’s pressure to be on in every single thing. To be focusing on my body, to put everything I have into my jobs, to rope down a boy (even though I don’t really want one), to be the best daughter and sister I can be. To wash my hair every day and look put together. To stop drinking so much caffeine and take less naps. All these things are like rocks in my pockets and I’m drowning.
So I’m going to take a few weeks off. Think about what I really want to be blogging about. Read more, because it’s the one thing that takes me out of my own head. Clean out my closet and dance to Taylor Swift. Make lists and send letters. Maybe there will be scattered updates here are there. Maybe I’ll think to post something on Twitter, to update Instagram (because in the end, that’s my favorite).
So if you’re feeling bored and want someone to talk to, feel free to email me (firstname.lastname@example.org). Otherwise send every extra positive vibe that you have my way. I’m off to fight some dragons.