post-it

Another brief, incoherent entry. It’s been a long week.

As I write through my handwritten journal, I find myself drifting off and staring into space out where my thoughts are, somewhere. Birthdays are post-it notes of mortality. I definitely feel 30. I’m tired all the time. I can read up to 5 pages in a book, then I start to fall asleep and have to move onto something else. I realize I have to pace myself and be myself, not bottle everything up inside only to let it nag away at me for no damn reason. Other things I have to let go more, worry less, be frustrated less.

Enjoying books, movies, TV shows – all inspiration. Mute the commercials.

I round the vector paths to smooth curves, archive files from the print queues, saddle-stitch documents, recreate logos, troubleshoot network crashes . . . Most of all, avoid the drama all around me, stay out of everyone’s business.