I’ve had a lot of anxiety for the past couple of days. I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night and multiple panic attacks. It might be because I’ve resumed the horrifically unhealthy habit of reading the news. I picked it up in early adulthood, but around the mortgage crisis in 2008, I realized that if I didn’t quit, I would eventually give myself cancer. So, I suppose it’s time to go on a news fast even though it’s hard to resist the drama of our current times.
Yesterday, I got caught up in my personal cross-posting drama, again. Instead of cross-posting to Medium, I thought that it would be more beneficial for me to cross-post to WordPress. If I miss being part of the WordPress community, why not rejoin it? Anyway, that opened up a bunch of complications that I won’t get into because the story would put you to sleep. Just know that there was a lot of hand-wringing over a lot of stuff that barely matters.
Right now, I’m sitting in a cafe having some chocolate rooibos tea. This place often plays a nice mix of music, including Israeli and Bossa Nova, two genres (although, very different) that I enjoy. As for the tea, I don’t know where they get it, but I love it. They always serve it with a little hourglass to time the tea and a thimble-sized pitcher full of maple syrup, which is so cute.
Anyway, I have to keep this entry really short because I haven’t started reading the writer’s group submissions, yet. I regret writing so little, but if I don’t read some of these submissions today, I’ll be swamped with them tomorrow.