I would like to order a pizza, but I’m not going to do that. Not because I’m trying to lose weight (though, I should), or because I shouldn’t spend the money (I shouldn’t), but because I don’t entirely know why I want to order a pizza. Other than the obvious “pizza is awesome and it should probably also have bacon on it and somebody should bring me some” answer.
I tuned one of my guitars today.
I have not been very good at taking care of myself lately. This includes both physical and mental care. I’ve gained around fifteen pounds this year. I’ve exercised less than I did last year. (Those two things are probably related.) I’m sure I’ve not gotten enough sleep. I’ve meditated less frequently. I’ve accomplished fewer things. One thing I did not do, however, is join a cult. I don’t know why I thought that was relevant.
I should get our piano tuned.
Whatever this thing is that I’m doing right now—this writing—I don’t have a goal for it. This blog post, and in fact this entire blog, is currently aimless. I wonder if that’s how it should be, sometimes. This stream of consciousness is probably just a step in the process of getting myself out of whatever this funk of aimlessness is. I don’t know how this ends.
Except we all die. I know that’s how that part ends.
For now, this part is done, and I’m going to go take a shower. Or whatever.