BRB | Checking for Malware

Last week, I couldn’t quench it. No matter how much water I drank, I was still parched. So,  gave up on the water and read Proverbs instead.

Figured maybe I was drinking the wrong stuff.

Antsy. Thirsty. On the verge of so many things. But I just can’t seem to focus like I used to. I don’t think I’m alone here, either. The world is too noisy. I’m constantly distracted by things that don’t matter. My to-do list gnaws away at my brain, but most of it is inconsequential. And the meaningful words on the tip of my tongue can’t seem to find their place in the outside world, even though all I want to do is write them down.

I’m trying to remember how I got here.

What happened to the girl with the epic treehouse by the levee? The girl with the giant organic garden? The girl with killer dinner parties and open mic nights in the living room? The girl outraged about the national debt? The girl who fermented, brewed, built, and dabbled? What happened to the girl who gave a shit?

I’m gonna go find her.