11 september 2018

I’m exhausted and I should sleep, but I’m acting like a stubborn child. If I go to sleep, then I have to get up and go to work. Which, no. I don’t want to do that.

It’s been especially hard this year to get up and go. Spending a weekend getting inspired by creative people doing work they (mostly) love has me feeling even more reluctant to go back to the bad place.

An added layer of difficulty probably comes from the fact that the last time I attended this conference, I’d just quit a dead-end job. So I think part of my brain is like, "Ok! This is when we get to bail, right?" And I have to break it to her that ain’t happening. At least not yet.

I did bring home about 5 new books from my trip to Portland, a worn-out stomach from digesting all the good foods, and maybe some ideas of new things to build or old hobbies to pick up.

I don’t know yet how I’m going to escape the sad office life. I’m working on it.

Ready to not be sad and anxious anymore, okay?!