So I’m using Word to write this and I don’t know why. Easier to just not, but I am. Just need to remember how it considers numbers and I should be good.

It has been a long time since I last used Word to write one of these. Been somewhere around ten years, I think. Somewhere around there. It has been a long time. It’s not something I’d normally do. But now it makes me think of all the things I’ve written, or rather, all the places I’ve written in and all the experiences I’ve had in the last ten years.

Think I might be getting a bit sentimental.

A lot of writing over the last ten years, and a lot of writing over the last eleven. A lot of writing in general, really. I’ve said a lot of crap and some good, and I’ve written about this before s why am I doing so again? There are other, more important things to worry about in this day and age and this is what I’m choosing to go on about. Can I not think of other, better things to cover? Can I not do that instead? Apparently not, but you try. You grow and you try and I am trying, and hopefully through all of this trying I will get to the end of what it is that I’m trying to get to the end of.

Not looking forward to the absolute cluster of writing I’m about to churn out, starting in the next few days, but you grow and learn and I am always learning, and I always hope to get a good ending going, regardless of how sad it might be. Anyway.

So there’s less than six months now and I am tired, but I’m getting back to where I hoped I’d be, and maybe I will get there in the end. Going to take a lot of work, but maybe I will get there. Just a lot of writing and churning to do, but it always is and it never ends. Even beyond here, it never ends. It just changes shape. Changes form. We find where the things lie among all the crap, and you’re just treated to all the crap rather than only the polished refinement of everything and nothing, and somewhat in that order.

Anyway.

I think I should be doing more important things right now and I’m not, but that’s okay. I’ll survive. I’m just losing myself in my thoughts and my thoughts swirl around and I try to get them into an order that I can comprehend. And I’ll get there one day, and today is not that day but I’ll get there. I’ll get to a point where I feel good about everything and am not questioning whatever, wherever and whenever. I’ll get to a point where I write something worthwhile, and I won’t write it in Word. And maybe it’ll continue on from what I’ve written before, and maybe it won’t.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:32:08

Written a few days ago, shared now due to fatigue and procrastination taking over my life once more. That and transcribing. Anyway, this was an easy write to write, and I think that’s a good thing.

Written at work.