While I have written more than thirty poems this month, I have been bad at post a poem a day to this blog. Chaos happened, plans changed (again), and I was left wondering – ‘What the hell is happening and why don’t I really have a say in it?’
I had intended to hit the 2000th poem mark by the end of the month. This is highly unlikely. Currently at 1975 with next to no writing time for the rest of the month. I MIGHT be able to eek out the 25 but not holding my breath.
As I write this, I am trying distract myself from the fact that I have a week’s worth of work which needs to be accomplished by tomorrow because of the aforementioned chaos and changed plans.
This weekend, I am “moving” again but it is entirely temporary. Already annoyed by having to live out of bags and boxes for ~20 months, now I get to live out of suitcase for a few months. Ever so exciting…not. My homebody-esque nature is finding this all moving and constant state of situational upheaval very frustrating. Have to keep telling myself this is temporary yet it doesn’t stop me from waking up in anger and/or panic nearly every morning.
Keep forging ahead in hopes of improvement.