I’m having one of those days where I really want to tell you all something, but I can’t put my finger on what it is.
When this happens, I start to feel like my inner psychic is trying to tell me something, but that I am not hearing her. Like, she’s telling me to take the headphones off…and listen.
Sometimes, I can do this. Sometimes I can remove the barrier that is making being present so hard.
Today, I cannot.
To move past these moments, sometimes I will do busy work. Like clean out my closet. I will tell myself that I need to do something physical, something new, something of substance. I’ll start. But then. I’ll get exhausted doing it, and leave. The task. Unfinished. For weeks or months. And then…fall into some depression with no name.
Right now, I’m sitting here. Gluing my butt to this seat so that I do not do that. Again.
Therefore, truly, I guess my best remedy is to write. Even when I don’t know what to say.
Have you felt like this?
What is your remedy? (How’s your closet looking?)
I’d love to know.
Pen and Peppur 
I’ve got nothing lol. I’d get the frames out of the plastic box tho, and do anything with them, unconventional .
Presence as attention? Communal? Mundane interaction with strangers. Riding the bus. Sitting outside with coffee at dawn. Sitting in moonlight. Forget time exists. It’s relative. Presence becomes hyper focused. Birds crap on clocks.
I find when I smash something out of frustration, I’m very present while cleaning it up. A professor and activist, organizer listens only to classical music, bcuz it’s not emotional. That works too. đŸ¤ªđŸ˜˜
Done!!