I am a writer, and I want to write something.
Really, I do. It’s just that the creative part of my brain is not cooperating right now.
Many parts of my brain are in overdrive, for sure. Here are some examples of the ones that are working just fine:
-the think-about-all-the-things-I-have-to-do-but-not-do-them part
-the worry-I-suck-at-parenting part
-the what-am-I-going-to-do-with-the-kids-all-summer part
-the make-sure-I-fit-in-my-run-for-my-sanity part
-the I-literally-want-to-run-away part
-the overthinking-every-interaction-with-other-humans part
-the let’s-just-try-not-to-completely-fall-apart part
Full disclosure time.
I need to share something with you, so I’m sure that you know who you are following here. Because – spoiler alert – I’m not cool.
I’m an overthinker.
I am awkward most of the time. Ok…all of the time.
I don’t know how to fake it to fit in.
I often find it difficult to filter my thoughts, usually at my own heart’s expense.
I’m highly sensitive.
I am hard on myself.
I’m shy and private, but I talk too much sometimes. (Oh, and also this whole sharing my life on the internet thing.)
I am oh-so-quirky. Just ask my friends.
I don’t play games. I literally don’t know how.