Tepache went down spicy. Modern Mexican Soda the can says. Cute.
It feels like I’m slowly sinking. Back taxes, complacency, and grinding to get anything work-related done at all. I’m having a difficult time.
What is it? Brain fog? A little. I feel discombobulated, out of sorts, disorganized, and overwhelmed. The things I juggle aren’t that bad, but they’re made worse by my sluggish approach. I try to be patient with myself but at the same time move mother fucker, please get fucking moving!
It’s a dance alright and it’s not always delicate. I’m trying. I might need more help. To do the work to unload my mind.
But I feel like I’m sinking. It feels real. Is it real? I’m still here. I’m still okay. But what if looms… What if they sell? What if I’m not doing what I should be doing? What if I’m missing out? What if…