Afternoon writing is my worst writing.
Just a minute ago I was battling my way through an article I’ve been wanting to write for a while when I had a realization; the afternoon is no time to embark on meaningful writing journeys.
It’s the time of day when my brain slowly melts into a puddle of mush, incapable of quality thought. This is not the time to try to wax poetic. I can barely do that at my peak intelligence.
And so, unfortunately (for you, the reader) I have decided to write this post instead.
And what good does this post do? Well, this post can serve as a reminder that, without a doubt, shit is going to get in the way of my routines. Life will try to mess me up. I simply need to become better at responding.
Do I try and rush to get my habits in later in the day? Or do I simply let them pass by with a calm acceptance? I’m honestly not sure. But what I know doesn’t work is getting upset about it.
And so I’ll try harder tomorrow. And I’ll keep this little post in mind.