To be honest, writing has not been my favorite activity for the past few months.
This isn’t a bad thing. Actually, it feels good to admit this. I’ve lost interest in my story. I’m tired of prying meaning out of my journey.
My job probably has a lot to do with this. Since I’ve started, my excitement, momentum, energy, and free time have decreased significantly.
I don’t feel particularly useful.
Maybe this feeling will change soon. I hope so. Not sad or depressed. Just in robot mode.
Anyway, let’s get to what matters: sexy photos.
And who knows? Maybe this reflection is just what I need.