Overwhelmed

Have you ever had just too much on your plate? It seems like in my life everything tends to gang up on me at once, until it just gets overwhelming. I can juggle so much at once, but sometimes it just takes one last thing to throw into the mix and it just becomes too much. I know everything will be ok and I'm not losing it. I'm just spent. I just don't have energy for anything else. I'm just shutting down for the day and shutting everyone and everything out. I'm rebooting, and tomorrow everything will be back to normal. I'll pick everything back up and keep going as if nothing ever happened.

Stream Of Consciousness

Some "great literary masters" like to write in stream of consciousness form. In essence, they simply write their thoughts out as they flow from their heads. There is no thought involved. It's almost like taking a picture of someone's dream. It's as base and raw as the mind gets. There is no refinery, there is no editing, there is no thought at all. Just a literary vomiting of thoughts onto a page. It's messy, but it's sometimes very revealing. It's also often very difficult to read. I had to analyze too much of it in literature classes for my major in college. It left a pretty bad taste in my mouth. I almost wanted to try it myself and just see what came out. But I don't think I want to subject anyone else to what I had to go through.

Why am I Still Awake?

Sometimes I wonder why I can't just call it a night like normal people do. I go through my day, do a lot, and by the time bedtime rolls around, I just am not satisfied. There is always so much more to do and see, so much more to say and think about. Perhaps I'll let this blog be a place to just dump my thoughts. Somewhere I can just paste the fragments of my mind onto, and perhaps arrange them into a mosaic. Or it could end up just a random splattering of thoughts. But isn't that what abstract art is anyway? So here I am writing when I should be sleeping, because that's just what I do.