I have no thoughts this morning.
It happens to me sometimes.
My depression is often cyclical. And there are days when everything just slows down. Exercise helps. Which sucks, because I really love sitting. The only thing I love more than sitting is laying. So I will go for an exercise walk later even though I don’t really want to.
An exercise walk is different from a fun walk. An exercise walk, obviously, is faster and longer and there is stopping to smell the proverbial roses. A fun walk is casual, rarely sweaty, and conversations can be had with neighbors or walking companions.
The worst part of this part of my depression cycle is saps my imagination. I edit just fine during these periods but producing new words is harder than it should be. Fortunately I have a pretty detailed outline to help me out. All part of the process. But it’s not just my writing that is more difficult. Today is the day for the Big Shop, where we buy all the groceries for the week –except fresh fruit which we get as needed. That means I have to decided on the menu for this week. And everything sounds boring. Or hard. Or stupid.
Except crab cakes. So I guess we’re having crab cakes this week.
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