We're baaaaaaaack! And it's great to be home. I'm jet-lagged and recovering from a minor chest infection. I suffer the effects of jet-lag to extremes, not only am I not sleeping my typical hours but I'm not getting enough hours of sleep either. Consequently, I am slow to react, very forgetful, yawn inappropriately, speak inappropriately (the filter is off, people!) and I imagine I'm not a whole lot of fun to be around right now.
So how do I spend all these waking hours? Today I am knitting. And writing letters. Letters to my friends, letters to my family, letters to my love. I like my handwriting. I write to people I don't know, people I met just once, people I would like to know.
Some I send, some I keep, some I burn.
In high school, a certain Master Brodie-Mends recommended writing letters and then burning them as a form of therapy. I don't believe this worked at the time.
Now, it does. I write exactly how I feel (underlining such words as 'hate', ' arse hole' and 'bastard' so much my nib rips paper) peppered with a liberal amount of apt expletives. I write without it turning into any sort of issue.
It's my way of clarifying my thoughts, validating my feelings, rationalising; a method of sifting what's important from what isn't. And it works just fine for me.
How do you get by?
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