Jan 4: Choices

Deciding to journal/write every night has created a weird push-and-pull to my evenings.

I decided to set aside evenings to write, but writing takes away from living and doing actual evening things in real life. This is complicated by the fact that you need to do enough living to have things to say and things to write about.

It’s a lot to balance.

Adding to the equation is that the process of writing is excruciating. I have ideas I want to get down on paper that I have already had so there’s nothing new and exciting there’s just trying to make it all sound right. The writing is just grueling and mind-numbing and tedious especially when I would like to spend the evening binge-watching something sexy involving cowboys.

So every night now I have to decide between how badly I want to communicate thoughts I’ve already had versus how much I long for a little vicarious cowboy. I suppose the quality of my posts will be a clue as to which has won out. 🙂

Tonight is very, very windy. There’s wind and then there’s wind where you wonder which trees are coming down. This is a kind of wind even past that kind of wind. This is an aliens have landed kind of wind. This is the kind of wind that makes you want to yell WHOOPIE! with each big gust. It’s the kind of wind that blows planes clean out of the sky.

I just finished typing the last sentence when Rachel and I got to texting and I’m going to tell you – the woman makes me laugh harder and more consistently than just about anyone. Any time. All the time. Rome could be burning and she’ll just have to crack me up. I’m going to try and get her permission to reproduce a little of the banter in screenshots here but that will take a few days so stay tuned and if she says no, well – privacy.

So if she says no we’ll have to just paraphrase the exchange and change her name to Smaychel. J/k Rachel.

I think I am ready to be done writing about living for the night.

I’ll just dump the rest into one last paragraph before I sign off: voice lesson, played some fiddle, Gecko cage is getting insane, Blossom flipped, caloric restriction, not loving the dry in dry January, cute babies.

Now where are those cowboys?