I’m seriously short of words today; the brain is fairly shut off, but in a positive way. I’ve got a song on repeat, I’ve got my Occupy news links to flip through, and I’ve got gray skies and work to do. The taste of onion is still strong on my tongue from my attempt at mango salsa last night, and yeah – I’m just sort of here. It’s not a bad place to be, but there’s nothing particularly note-worthy going on externally or internally in my immediate area. As I’ve said before, there’s nothing really wrong with this; it’s the closest I come to relaxing and being normal! It’s still hard on my vestigial perfectionism that wants me to be brilliant and ‘on’ all the time, even if that’s not possible for anyone. Which is why you guys get to see me giving myself permission to not be as such; it might be a tad showy, but it is good for keeping myself in line. I’m openly admitting that this is an area that I need to work on, this whole going easy on myself, and it lets it go a bit too. It hasn’t managed to invite people into beating me into relaxing, so perhaps I’m getting the balance right.
Anyways, I’ll get myself back to work, ’cause that, at least, is something I can do with my mind cheerfully zoned out.