I’m trying a new thing: writing on my phone. This most likely is a sign of the inevitable decline of our culture and society as a whole, but the thing is I always have it with me. I’m trying to create new habits, which is hard as hell, and as such, trying to reduce friction around these tasks. Let’s count this as working smarter. Right now, I’m sitting on the sofa with Leo while he plays Zelda. The dog is in the running for World’s Neediest Dog and must therefore be on my lap for 23 hours a day. Writing this in the Notes app is much less disruptive to his super cush life than me getting up and going to the computer. Of course, I’ll edit and zhuzh it up over there, but I mostly just wanted to get it down because of that little voice.
Who is that little voice, by the way? The one who as soon as you start trying to change your life tells you that you’re too tired or you just don’t feel like it. She’s the voice of Little Miss Self-Sabotage, that’s who. And does everyone have this voice, or was I just born under a bad sign? Don’t answer that.
I’m also hopeful that this can help me get some song lyrics down. They do not want to come out of my head. I don’t know what they’re doing it there, but they do not want to play with me. I’m trying to be less precious about the whole thing, but it’s a struggle right now.
In other news, I can’t believe it’s only Tuesday.