Every other night I think: you should write about this and write about that and I still rarely do. It’s not exciting stuff anyway. How could it be, there is not really anything exciting going on right now. I’ve got the next week off from work and have some exciting things planned then. Gigs. Travel abroad (not gig related though). I have no idea how my “mostly being a hermit since March 2020” brain will handle it all.
I could write about my scatterbrained mind that led to me doing extra rounds while out running errands, because I had forgotten (about) stuff. Or about my anxious self-loathing mind, which yesterday kept me going in circles about things my rational mind know shouldn’t bother me. But of course they did. I still need to entangle that current line of negative thinking and also what other (unhealthy) habits I tend to engage in to avoid dealing with any of this. Booooooooring for a blog, I know.
After quite a few days of not sleeping well or feeling constantly exhausted – last week especially unknown reasons – I’m finally back on a more even keel with that. These days I do go to bed before 10 most nights though and fall asleep right aways, so the gigs next week might be a bit of a challenge. We’ll see…
Today will be the first of a few local Green Party campaign booth for the state elections in May. I have skipped all election campaign activities for the federal election last year, when my mum was ill. So I felt obligated to chip in again this year, not the most motivated to be honest, but I’ll do it of course.
The first Easter without my mum. There will be a lot of more “firsts” coming this year. Just thinking about it makes me well up a bit. We haven’t even been so big on family get-togethers for those traditional holidays. We did meet and have lunch and cake and all that. We won’t be doing that this year. I will still see some or maybe all of my brothers at Bro3’s Easter Fire today though and a few of his friends whom I haven’t met in a while. Which will be nice, I think.
No comment from me on any global events. It all and how our politicians handle or not handle or mishandle it all, still makes me rather speechless.
Only two more sleeps until I’m back in my – hopefully still – happy place…
