It’s technically tomorrow cause it’s midnight. I really just want to go to bed and forget about blogging but I already skipped two days, I don’t want to miss a third.
But it’s one of those nights–I have nothing to write. Not to the blogosphere anyway. Right now, I’m longing for my journal. And maybe the relief of a few tears. There’s nothing terribly wrong, I’m just a bit frustrated with myself and need to work through some of my thoughts.
It’s funny how writing works. Those past few sentences already make me feel better. Maybe I’ll just go to bed.
Sometimes now isn’t a good time. Sometimes there just aren’t any answers yet. Sometimes the solution has yet to be found. Sometimes frustration is just what you have to deal with cause that’s what’s in front of you. And when that’s the case, you deal with it. You open it up and examine all its prickly, uncomfortable edges until you can make sense of it and know how you feel about it all. You never sweep it under the rug. If you do, it never get’s taken care of and nothing ever gets resolved. Sometimes, you just have to make do and deal until you can figure out what needs to be done.
Sometimes, for the time being, it just is what it is and that’s all she wrote.