Tired days. The time change is hard, but the new daylight hours are invigorating. I wouldn’t say I’m refreshed or particularly energized, but they do suit me.
I wrote. I read. I got Netflix work done. I yoga’d. I went to Costco with Bear and we got the groceries we were missing. Took a quick nap. Worked and wrote a little more. Walked the pups. Ate dinner and watched Taylor Swift with Bear—her Eras tour concert film just dropped on Disney+—and then read some more in bed. That last bit always makes me head spin a bit before sleep, getting in bed to read for too long. I can’t read for too long before bed, it…I don’t know, it untethers me. Whether that’s from the stimulation of the reading, or just that it’s not a normal part of my nighttime wind down routine, I don’t know, but that’s the effect. I feel…floaty.
Either way, I think I’m tired enough to still fall right asleep. We shall see.
Today, I learned from my reading that you don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say, that real intelligence is being able to hold to contradictory truths at once and maintain the ability to function, writing never gets any easier, and that “genius” is the ability to put into effect—out into the real world—what is in your mind.
Night night.