I sort of want summer to end. I feel untethered and as if I’m floating around with no guidance, no point, no structure. I tell myself “It’s summer, enjoy it” and so I do, spending all my time listening to my children play and staring at a screen and everything else just crumbling around me like so much sand in a castle getting ready to meet high tide.<\/p>\n
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I wish that I could fix all the things bothering me as easy as I can type out words that almost express how I feel. I feel like I’m messing with time too much, letting it slip slip slip from my fingers like liquid, just lost once it hits the ground. But before that I’m not capturing and optimizing, I’m just letting it run.<\/p>\n
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The drought is coming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I sort of want summer to end. I feel untethered and as if I’m floating around with no guidance, no point, no structure. I tell myself “It’s summer, enjoy it” and so I do, spending all my time listening to my children play and staring at a screen and everything else just crumbling around me… <\/p>\n