I had it. I had conversations, details, answers… and then life happened. Work got crazy so I couldn’t stay focused, we went running around both days immediately after work so I couldn’t write it down and now 56 hours later… I can’t remember it. It’s the first chance I had to sit down since I stumbled across that piece – and it’s gone now. I’m sitting here staring at the computer cursing myself for forgetting my voice recorder. A breakthrough like that is worth a few minutes of people thinking you’re insane.
I’ll figure it back out, but I can feel the gears in my head grinding to a slow crawl. Stress, frustration, and of course fatigue drag me back to where I was. Those couple of days can’t be ALL I had in me. There’s still too much to do. I can’t hit another slump like before.
My day was loaded to the teeth today. March 8th snuck up on me so fast I didn’t even realize that it was this weekend. I had to run out for a present for tomorrow. We then went to pick strawberries. We’re making wine and some preserves. There are so many strawberries in this house right now it’s unreal. I even cooked some into a cobbler. I did have plans fell later that I was counting on helping with the writing. De-stress and start over fresh. But they fell through. The universe likes to point and laugh at me sometimes.
So I’m going to put my headphones in and see if I can push through a bit tonight. If not, then I’m going to bed.