I‘ve written this post 1,000 times in my mind. Turned it over and over. Toyed with it. Picked it up and set it back down.
The site redesign isn’t finished, don’t want to make people come visit and see all the flaws.
Been away for too long to just post any old thing.
It’s not good enough.
Who the hell am I again?
What the hell am I actually doing?
I’ve asked myself the last two questions with an obsessive bone grinding repetitiveness the past five months. When I wake up it starts. Any moment of down time. And then gnawing against my insides as I move through the evening. Only sleep has brought relief from it’s prodding unanswered tension.