It's not even noon and I've already had two exes pop up in unexpected, and not terribly welcome, ways. These thing so often happen in threes that I'm waiting for the last one to show. Not in a doom & gloom way, but in a hey, better to know lightning's gonna strike than get caught offguard out in a field with a long metal pole kind of way.
I am feeling somewhat disconnected with reality this week. This is probably because of a combination an incident of stupidity in which my brain refused to work my leg probably, insomnia, and a new situation that, the more I think about it, sounds so implausible as to make me giggle but there it is anyway. Time was, this sort of disconnection with reality would have left me frantic - acceptance of things beyond my control was not something I could do. Now however, I'm delighting in my ability to bob along on the surface of this sea of weirdness. I've always enjoyed absurdity. Why the hell did I try to manipulate it for so long?
I am committed to National Novel Writing Month this year. This is also a breakthrough in the control/perfection battle with myself. I am now willing to accept that at the end of November I will end up with a first draft of a novel, not a completed, polished and published work. A first draft of a novel. First draft of MY first novel. How could that be bad?
Off to get a wee bit more sleep. Must "stoke the reserves" as my wise friend said.
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