I’ve been writing so much lately about Paul coming home, or sex, or just generalities altogether.
I feel like I haven’t been fully honest. With myself, first. I’m focusing on other things (like Paul and sex) because I don’t want to face what I am feeling. I am choosing to write about the mundane instead of what is really going on in my head most of the time.
I’ve been couch bound. I want to do things, create things, etc. But I have only managed to do the bare necessities to get by.
Today is the new moon. I am going to set some intentions and use ritual to put them in motion. I need to focus more time on things that move me forward.