I lost it somewhere between August when my 8 year-old started asking me questions about Trump and December when I still had a real-life Michael Scott (fictional character of The Office) as a director. Good news is Scott is gone! I think you know the bad news.
I have not posted in a long time. I have not written (aside from work) in a long time. For me, that’s a bad spot… I managed to eek out a poem to my love, David, for his birthday but it was a struggle.
I am uninspired. Not surprising, but no less disturbing. Oh, there are plenty of constipated thoughts in my head but they want to stay. I almost posted after I finally made it to the National Museum of African American History and Culture this month, but even that never happened.
I don’t like this mental space. It’s unhealthy and I don’t know the cure. Ideas are welcome.
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