In pain and tired but today that isn’t going to stop me. Today I’m going to hit the ground flailing. Will do that and then do other things. You know how it is.

Currently my hands are covered in grass cuts but they are getting better. Taking time but getting better. Hard work works often but sometimes there’s a better way to go about things. I did things not the better way and it was a conscious choice and now my hands are covered in grass cuts from weed removal, but I’m not complaining. It’s an annoyance but it’s not preventing me from doing stuff.

At least, as far as I’m aware it’s not preventing me from doing stuff.

Sitting here, getting ready to tackle the day as hard as I can. The day will naturally take me out and push me back but that’s okay, I think. I still will tackle. I still will fight and push on and move toward whatever comes next. No stopping; just going and going forward to go on into whatever comes next and all that other stuff.

Wait; I hit the ground flailing. There isn’t much of anything that I will do until I stop flailing. Also, rather than hitting the ground it was more like a gingerly lying down on the ground followed by swinging my limbs around in a manner that implies flailing but not really flailing as what I’m doing is more performative than it is anything else, not that I’d ever want to admit that of course, but it is. Ergo, there’s not much point to saying that.

So anyway, I’m now lying on the ground but instead of doing that for a while, which I had planned to do so, I’m just going to crawl into bed to take care of a bunch of things that involve resting and more resting as there is a lot of rest to be had and I am just one person in this container known as a house. I will have all the rest and leave none for anyone else and so therefore I will be the most rested of all time and forevermore.

So today is a series of thoughts and more unpacking. Slowly no longer living in the boxes. Slowly revealing a life hidden away and a life that needs peeling back. Slowly it all comes to clarity and slowly that clarity reveals things that I knew not of, or at least forgot were the case and so things about myself are gradually revealed to me, but nothing overly impactful as it’s all just life stuff and life stuff comes in small waves and large waves and this is just small stuff, but unlike the waves I can cast a lot of this aside and pass it into someone else who might make better use of it, and the memories associated will be filed somewhere to be forgotten about until they are remembered once more, and hopefully with a fondness.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:25:20

I think this has a bit of fatigue in it, but it was really fun to write so I don’t care much.

Written at home.