
I have a very strong urge to write. Not do art, not participate in the online workshop “Brave at Friendship,” which I paid a pretty penny to do, not do anything but write. My moods have shifted often today and I have already written a post on adhedonia, the inability to feel pleasure or diminished pleasure. I felt I had diminished pleasure, but in the end, so what. It’s better than being manic.
Today was the start of something new. I had the urge to clean. I washed the sheets and made the bed, swept and mopped the floor, washed the shower curtain, and ran the dishwasher. I dusted some very dusty blinds, too.
All that I want and need will come in due time, I just have to put work into it here and there, like sprinkling seeds in the garden and tending to it.
I wonder if it’s raining where you are.

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