I’ve started trying to keep a better journal, I know this is a once in a lifetime event, everything is happening so fast, I’m very aware that there are events I will miss or forget altogether.
I don’t want to be so caught up in trying to survive or just being self absorbed that I miss it.
Honestly I probably miss a lot. I start my day at 4am and it usually ends around 6 or 7pm
I’ve spent almost 20 years working retail, specifically grocery. I’ve never seen it this wild.
I have a lot of thoughts on a lot of aspects of this, mostly because I over think everything. But I don’t want to add to the hysteria.
I have my cashiers wear gloves and I start every day cleaning empty shelves, registers and shopping carts. Even when the tornadoes came through in 2011 it wasn’t this wild. Most of my days have run together. I’m just trying to write more and not think too much about it. I keep telling myself “this is once in a lifetime.”
But honestly, I’m exhausted. Patient, grateful for community and thankful for a job and my employees. But exhausted.
I’m thinking about moving soon. Maybe to the mountain. I haven’t been that way in years. But it’s where I grew up. I feel strange, a certain way about it. I can’t pin point it. But I will figure it out. I think it might be good for me.
Time heals everything. You grow, trying or not you grow. Like a vine, around and through. Time is going to move you.
I need to start cooking again. I miss it.
I’m trying to piece another manuscript together. I’m not sure why. I just feel like I need to stay busy.
I’m terrified that I’m not a good person. I’m growing older. I just want to be good. Not perfect just good. I need to figure this out. The root. The base value.
Like math everything has a base value. Find it. Break the problem down. It’s easier to digest.
Just be good. Just be good. Be decent. Understanding. Listen.
Write. Everyday.
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