I sit here in the study with my cup of coffee and water bottle, listening to the birds outside my window.
I love birdsong. To me, it's symbolic of a new day. A new slate to scribble all over.
I managed to get 5 hours of deep sleep last night and I'm feeling quite perky.
Because of my severe mental anguish of late. I've been staying up nights and sleeping days.
In my twenties, staying up nights and sleeping days was called 'life' but I can't handle it now.
If I was meant to sleep days, I would have been born a bat or a vampire. But I was born human, I need sunlight.
I just looked at my phone to see the time and noticed it's Friday. Where has the week gone?
Once upon a time, writing used to happen between life events.
Now, life seems to happen in between writing.
My words are my lifeline right now. And so is this NON SEX blog.
I will write myself RIGHT.
I will get back on top of my game again.
And then in 2018...I will conquer.