its easier to read someone elses journal than to write my own

at least for me it is. details seem to elude me when i think of my own comings and goings. tasks and fiddling. musings and decisions. what did i do today? is it still today? i mean when am i? i know where i am but i seem to have lost my way to where i am going. you know that feeling you get when your running around the house, completing tasks, then you walk into the laundry room to get a screwdriver and suddenly youre stuck wondering what in the world brought you into the room? My brain wanders. The more menial the task the more intensly my mind delves into wanderland.

i believe i came into this room to write in my journal…

2 thoughts on “its easier to read someone elses journal than to write my own”

  1. Ive always felt that way as well. I seem to be missing the gene that tells my brain that im where I am supposed to be because I always feel like I should be someplace else. Maybe even someone else.

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