Journal

Knowing when to quit


Wow, haven’t posted here in ages. I guess I just haven’t had much to say. This has been a strange, strange year. I would like to say that it flew by but that just isn’t the case. I’m tired, more tired than I should be. It’s getting better. The older you get the more it seems to be a struggle to have a rock solid sleep schedule.

Exhaustion was met with complete and utter disappointment earlier in this month. I’m not exactly a patriot or anything like that but I find myself for the first time being genuinely embarrassed. I’ll write about it someday, maybe, but this election managed to strip away any respect I had for the Presidency. I don’t know if it’ll ever be repaired.

That’s incredibly melodramatic sounding now that I look back on it. But just try your best to read it without that implication. Regardless, my point is that I’ve been trying to relax this year. Have a pretty easy going outlook on life and 2016 has done its absolute best to be the worst year in recent memory.

So here we are, nearly at the end of November and I’m woefully behind on NaNoWriMo. You might think, given the headline, that my plan is to just say screw it. The reality for me is a bit more nuanced. Okay, it probably isn’t nuanced, but give me this.

I think I’m done with the internet for a bit. I’ve found this month especially that chatrooms have been more heated than I’d like and for the most part I’m just tired. I’m 30 years old now, I do not have the time to argue with random people. I barely have the time to argue with people I know (which conveniently basically never happens).

I’m still going to troll Twitter and be ruthlessly positive to all the wonderful artists I’ve found. And I’m going to update this blasted website with the drawings I finished in October. Finally I am going to finish NaNoWriMo. Or at least get damn close. And I suppose I’ll remember that in 4 years from now I probably shouldn’t try to write a novel in November.

Now to finish a wonderful episode of Brooklyn 99 and work on prioritizing the rest of my month.