Maintaining a personal journal is a form of self-care. The time off work is surprisingly rough on my feelings of self-worth and empowerment. I give myself this new rule: that I must blog, so that I do not succumb to inaction, and through inaction, allow myself to come to harm.
I hate that we have come to the place where rules are necessary. It’s likely that I will break the New Rule immediately. But to be fair, I sat down to write this at 12:30 and it is now three hours later. I have given the dog an ice cube twice, refilled my ice water three times, listened to a full Spotify playlist, and – just now – realized that I may actually have to move off the patio, as the sun has swung around and chased away the shade that made this mid-nineties heat temporarily bearable.
Here are my current projects, briefly:
- I would like to open a neighborhood ice cream shop. This seems like an achievable dream; there is used restaurant equipment available, and prime spots in my scrappy little neighborhood, and no competition. This is held back by the sheer scope of opening a food service joint, and my lack of experience here.
- I had imagined doing a craft soda. Which is still a great idea, but I have to admit now that the development stage of creating a shelf-stable product is too prolonged for me right now.
- I should certainly be looking for part-time work. Or full-time work.
- Or writing. For which I bought a notebook; we can consider that progress, I guess.
There’s the current state of affairs in my neighborhood. Talking to others about my projects is, I’m beginning to realize, a huge part of my process. It helps me focus and clarify, move forward, incorporate feedback, and maintain my own enthusiasm. And in my post-office environment, I’m lacking a lot of that. So let’s set it down here, for memory and conversation. And then see what comes next.