I just want everything in life to be going okay right now, and all the time, is really what I want.
I feel like lately things have been better in my relationship and at work, and I am enjoying having a new therapist and new goals. I’ve been walking, intentionally on a treadmill. I’ve been NOT eating too much. I’ve been eating grapes by the handful cause they are so fucking delicious.
I started writing something last night, a new fiction story that I haven’t ever tried before, this is the very beginning of it, and it makes me excited, just thinking of writing something new.
I was looking through some files last night and can’t believe how many things I’ve written and completely forgotten about so I wonder whether that happens to any other big writers. I wish I knew, or wish I had someone to ask.
I am reading this janky ass old copy of Man’s Search for Meaning that my new therapist assigned to me and I just so happened to have on my bookshelf.
It probably came from the Book Barn a long time ago and I never picked it up cause it didn’t look very appealing, and I suppose in most ways it’s not appealing, it’s about surviving the Holocaust.
At any rate, I am enjoying the book so far as much as a person can enjoy a book that’s about the Holocaust and not make it weird, but I think I understand why this existential therapist of mine assigned to me this book that is quite, well, questioning the meaning of everything much like I do every day.
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