The week that was was not a pleasant week. Good things coming, which is great. Bit of misery too. It’s cold today and I’m cold and I’m not feeling great, but I’m alive and that’s a good start. That’s a good way to be. But I’m also cold and unhappy.

So what? Who cares? There’s still stuff to do at the moment, after all. Things need to keep on moving and grooving and all of that, and they are. I’m getting things done where I can, but the week has just left me drained and down, I guess. Good news doesn’t mean good times, which is to be expected, but I still need to keep getting things done and all that. I don’t have much time to be lazy. I don’t have much time to do nothing, but nothing is on the cards and by golly, I am doing it to the best of my ability at the moment.

So I’m sitting here, waiting for food to arrive. It feels a bit pointless, but I am waiting. I am waiting for it to get here so I can shove it in my gullet, and then I’ll get on with the day. But before then I’m doing nothing. I’m taking it easy, and I’ve done so for too much of this week. I have been active to be fair; shoving things into a storage unit does take time and energy, but there’s still so much to go and perhaps not enough time to get it all done in, and maybe I should be more active. Maybe I should be more on my feet and moving right now. But I need rest and I’m unhappy and feeling pretty down at the moment, because I’m saying farewell to a home again. Not a house; a home.

I’ll probably touch on that when I do move out, but right now it is upsetting. I got dumped and that is hard. I have to still navigate that, and from it all I’m forced to move again, and I just want to sit still. I wouldn’t have stayed in this place forever, but I certainly would have liked to not be in a position where I’m leaving it due to being forced to. But that’s the way it goes, sometimes.

At the very least I know there’s a good day ahead of me, and a lot of catching up to do, and I’ll do some of it and then the rest of it later. But it will get done, as will the moving of everything into storage, and I’ll get on. I’ll survive, and this will pass, and maybe the day will end alright. Unhappy now doesn’t mean unhappy later.

At the very least things need to happen today. Not much, but a lot, and it’s going to be a day of peace and rage, and quiet pain and all of those other things. But it’ll probably end alright, and that’s something to look forward to.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:20:35

Could’ve been better; could’ve been worse.

Written at home.