Taking It Slow

Day 14 of writing every day.

I started writing early in the evening today during a short break instead of on the train in the morning. It was a slow start and I needed time to get my brain awake. I only slept around 5 hours Saturday night and had trouble falling asleep Sunday night as well, getting maybe a total of 12 hours sleep the whole weekend.

Picking up where I left off after work

I’ve reached two weeks of posting every day consistently now and compared to how inactive I was just weeks before, the amount I’ve put out is astounding. I no longer bother with every thought having to be perfect: I’m not writing a book (yet?).

Work itself is dreadfully slow with little to no challenge. Most people don’t like their jobs and I’m no exception to it either. There may be days where it can feel meaningful to be working, but most of the time, we know we’re just being exploited in a deal that ultimately works grossly in favor of the employer in the case of large corporations.

Writing is the only time I seem to be able to choose when and where to express myself freely recently without any restraint except what I place on myself. I think that sort of effect I’m finding is what many people call stress relieving, whatever it is they choose to engage in to find it.

Thanks for reading!