Unexpectedly, I have entered (unexpected by me I should add). Unlike last month, when I simply stared at a blank page many times, with no sign of inspiration, this time I did not try and did not intend to. Then I noticed it was the twenty third and thought is there anything there? It took ten minutes.
I don't particularly like it but I do not have the brainpower or energy to come up with anything else, so it was a choice of post it, because it is written or delete. It is a creation, regardless of quality, so I didn't want to simply erase it from existence. I'm wondering if there is some of my lamented and repressed OCD involved in that decision.
I'm jaded and worse still apathetic; a trait I dislike immensely. Apathetic is pathetic, though currently I think I may have a better understanding, or at least acceptance that it happens and sometimes our state of mind is a demon that can get the upper hand. I work hard, carry quite a lot of responsibility and have the trust of the powers that be, which in itself adds stress, especially during more challenging times in my industry. I am drained and I dare say to some extent, feeling my age. Early starts, late finishes and three mad and disruptive cats don't help but I think the prospect of a milestone birthday this weekend is getting to me. My family want to celebrate, to make a big thing of it but I'm dreading it. I'm not really sure why, because it is just a number, albeit an alarmingly high one.
Sorry to again blather on but this place appears to be the only place I can comfortably write down my thoughts and I must say that writing them down helps a little. Only the good folk on here know I suffered (suffer!) from OCD - if you read beyond the first couple of paragraphs of my previous ramble (and I wouldn't blame anyone for not doing so) and now only you (again those still reading) have some insight into my current grumpiness. I do apologise, as this is undoubtedly not what people come here for.
I can see myself earning the nickname of Marvin at this rate.
But I feel a little better.
Peter