I’m not hurt if you don’t. I’ve been neglecting the hell out of this blog. For any of you who may have been emotionally invested in my ramblings, I am deeply sorry.
I have an excellent reason though: my brain no longer works. (Pregnancy brain – I thought it was an excuse people made for poor work performance and that it wouldn’t happen to me, but seriously you guys, it is real and pretty freaking humbling.) Specifically, I cannot stay focused on anything for more than a couple of minutes. Continue reading
I take public transit. One thing I really like about this mode of transportation is that while I’m on that boat, there’s nothing I need to do. Sometimes I read, sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I nap, and sometimes I just sit there and think.
I try not to think about practical things. I mean sometimes, yes, dinner plans get mixed up in there, or coming up with a solution for some work problem. But those sorts of things occupy my “on” time, and I consider my daily commute to be my “bonus” time, so I try to keep these thoughts out.
This is me, pretending to be thinking. I thought I'd add it for illustrative purposes.
Instead, I like to imagine little scenarios wherein I am impressively capable or ecstatically happy in some way. Some of these are more realistic that others, but they all make me smile. Here are some of my favourites: Continue reading