Thoughts on the Floor
I'm sitting on the floor of my new house, next to an empty box of ritz crackers, a bottle of Chang, and a pink fan. There it is, right above me. I'm sure you needed proof. I've been struggling to find the words to write lately, mostly because every day is a different emotional experience. Tonight, it's momentary relief. I'm alone (apart from the toad in my bathroom, but we've already talked out an agreement), I'm not-really-sweating, and I feel like today, I accomplished something. Do you ever just need that feeling sometimes? Like for the past couple of weeks you've just gotten out of bed, gone to the office, stared at your computer mindlessly, and gone back home, knowing you're going to do the same exact thing the next day. It becomes this monotonous routine until suddenly something inside you wakes up and says GET IT TOGETHER, and you do. I suppose my lack of motivation is due to fear. The kids come back to school next week, and I don'