Today was a foggy day. Maybe some can relate to those days where you don’t feel completely there. An out-of-body experience, if you will. Not really a bad day, not really a good day, just….a day. Moving through the day in slow motion, it feels almost unreal, except for what you’re thinking. That moves normally, maybe even a little too fast.
Falling Asleep to Ingrid…
Today my mind was racing, but I felt like I was wading knee-deep in sludge. While focusing on physical tasks was all but impossible, but my brain had no trouble thinking about things unrelated to my day. Everything I need to do for tomorrow, the next day, the next week are crowding their way to the forefront of my brain, and I can’t seem to pay attention to the task on hand. This blog post that should take far less time than it has, has become a like a homework project. I need to get it done, but it feels more like a chore than anything else.
Clearing my mind is not a strength of mine. I find it so difficult to just not think. How can one not think? People who say they “nothing” when you ask them what they are thinking about are lying or they have magically disposed of their brain for the moment. I’m convinced of this.
I don’t really know the point of this post, and its 2am. I have class, so I should sleep. Good night moon.