A week of going slow and taking it easy but there remains much to be done. Didn’t pan out as I had planned but I’m still here and so in still being here I can still do things and in being able to keep on doing things I can keep on doing things.

I think that I need to try and ramble out better introductions.

The sky has cleared though the rain is expected to return. For now I revel in being able to see the sky and hope that the rain remains at bay for a short while. There is work that needs to be done outside as well as inside and so I need to get that stuff done that is out there sooner rather than later and I don’t know where I am going with this so I think I’ll stop.

Sometimes it is easy to lose yourself among a series of things and a vortex of procrastination and so I need to be more careful about how I’m using the day. I need to show a little more control over the actions of the self so I don’t end up cramming everything into a very short moment in time as that is not what I want to be doing. There’s so much day to be squandered but I could fill it with the things and I’ve said this so many times and so I need to stop saying it as saying it over and over again is yet to solve anything and so I need to actually get on with the getting on, but maybe that will not be happening today. Maybe today I will let myself be slack a little longer and then I’ll panic and try and cram as much as possible within an hour and so that will set the whole thing out.

I think that this is saying nothing and maybe I’m just trying to say something even though I’ve got nothing to say. Maybe the words I write have been hollow and meaningless for as long as I’ve been writing them and really all they do is consume length on a limited thread. The clouds keep on drifting by but these words fill the space that I have and I leave them here. They do nothing other than clutter and in that there is no expression other than a clear need to move on and actually express something that I’ve not expressed as clearly as I have the banality of grand posturing. Perhaps I see that whilst I change I am not going anywhere and slowly I become the background that I wanted to so desperately avoid for so long, and even though I fight it I subconsciously welcome it and blend into a crowd as another face that goes nowhere other than wherever the amorphous mass spreads out for short periods of time.

Of course that all too could be meaningless rambling but I’m not getting into that right now.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:03:54

May have become something interesting toward the end, but the writing ended too soon for it to really take off, though it like was not going to go anywhere.

Written at home.