Well, now we return to Monday and it just so happens that today my local cafe is closed, and that’s fine. I have things to do. I don’t have places to be.
We return to the waking up of at the start of the week and we return to looking out a window and getting a little despondent, but only a little! There isn’t the time to immerse myself in despondency. There is plenty of time, however, to get this bit of writing done.
I’m wondering if I’ll write this faster on my laptop than I could on my work computer. I think I’ve become too used to the smaller keyboard, and I don’t know if I could call that a good thing. I don’t know if I could call that a bad thing either, but there is no chance of me calling it good, unless there is a chance, of which there is, in which case I must make sure that I am aware of this chance that exists.
How can I deny possibility? How can I deny something that could be a good thing?
I’m wondering as to how many opportunities I’ve missed or denied without realising. I don’t know if I can be kicking myself about that as it’s just something that happens, but I wonder. I wonder if I’ll be more proactive this year, but I just don’t know. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll not worry about it for much longer and instead choose to enjoy this album that I have playing.
It is an overcast day and I feel alright. I fell asleep earlier than I’d hoped last night, and I didn’t sleep as much as I would have liked, but I got more than I have over the past week and I hope that that’s a good thing. I hope that it continues as I desperately need more sleep at this point. However, we’ll see. I’ll keep chugging along, but I’d much rather with more, rather than less sleep.
Right now I’m just going to keep on writing. I don’t have much of anything to say, but I need to stretch and exercise my muscles, and this is a good way of doing so, I think. Sure, there could be better ways, but this is good. This is nice. I can do this and I can get some other things done, and maybe I’ll reach new heights. It is yet to be seen, and maybe it never will be, but I’m sure that at some point I’ll reach a point where I can say that I’ve finally reached a point where I can learn more about writing and become a better writer.
Then again, it is possible that I won’t and then I need to go back to considering the denial of possibility, or denying the consideration of possibility. I’m not sure as to which, but maybe I’ll work it out somewhere along the road. I might not, but with that said, who knows?
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:44:81
First thing of the year and it’s about as sloppy as usual, so I’m glad I’m consistent.
Written at home.