Really, really busy and emotional week. I keep trying to write something – about anything – and nothing is coming out. There’s just too much to sort through in my head.

I’m spending the weekend sewing, gluing, playing with paper and ribbon, and doing mindless, repetitive tasks. I’m considering a photography project, but wondering if my heart can handle it; especially wondering if I’m able to see anything through to its completion right now.

I keep looking over my shoulder and jumping at sudden noises. Wishing my brain would calm down.

There is nothing specifically negative happening – just a weird sense of… weirdness.

I would love to figure the whole thing out.