Fuck, I tweet a lot. Gotta stop doing that so much
Oh hey, it’s 2019. Cue six weeks of me accidentally putting 2018 on everything. New year, new me — at least, that’s how it’s supposed to go. But here’s the thing, I don’t feel “new.” Last year did a lot of damage, not just to me but to nearly everyone I know. So instead of emerging from a cocoon of personal growth, I feel like I got hit by a truck.
Waking up at 5 PM doesn’t help my sleep schedule and it certainly doesn’t help my mental health — especially not when it’s so dark and cold outside. I’ll tell you what, though: the 20 pounds of blanket I slept under last night felt fantastic, good enough to almost make up for the depression slumber.
I’m playing around with New Content in 2019. I want to start doing video essays, but as always, my problems come from not feeling confident enough in my writing to put anything together successfully. Also, no shame in admitting it: I know fucking nothing about video. I can podcast adequately, but I’m a little baby about video. That said, I’m not scared of doing something in that medium. It might be good for me to learn a new skill. I played around in iMovie the other day, just to see how I might put a video together, and I had some fun with it.
So that might be a thing I end up doing. Hopefully soon. One thing I know I need to do is get back on the writing horse. I mean, really. I’ve got a story I’m working on that I can’t talk about, and another for Edmond Active that was technically due Monday (oops), but other than that, I need to start actively searching things out to write about.