A Blank Slate

I haven't wrote in a while, and it goes to show that my focus is in a different place. I won't say completely because there are things that I wait on still, that feeling of being unfulfilled.

I cannot deny the changes that have ensued. Working full-time, financing a new car for a bargain, spending more time with friends. Balancing life.

Today, I am at my wits. Throughout the motions of change, I have noticed that time for myself has become diminished; and I know now more than ever, that if I were to continue to put myself, and my needs, on the back burner it would end in despair.

I have already felt depression sneaking it's way in.

A breath of exasperation every few minutes is evident.

Looking for digital stimulation to fill the void of impatience.

I have forgotten how to just be.

Within the noise of all the current and forming transformations, I need time for me.

Here I am, writing; journaling again, one of the best ways for me to feel seen.

The thoughts that I don't say feel more like the me, ones left unperceived.