Its 12.25pm approximately 6 hours later. 6 hours past my wake up time, 6 hours and not a single productive or unproductive thing being done. I didn't get inspired, didn't follow up anything, didn't do anything, didn't sleep. didn't eat or exercise, didn't pray or journal, didn't daydream just 6 hours gone that I'll never get back and yet I can't seem to get anything done when I need to get a whole lot of things done.

At a time when you want to do something and nothing seems to be happening, you should reflect, plan, do the work, heal, build in silence and a whole lot of things. I just want to breathe, sleep, eat, exist, that's all. I can't think past these 3 things, not my health, not my zeal, not my aliveness. I ask the question, Am I exhausted? Am I broken? Am I unwell? Am I becoming a zombie? Or Is something actually fundamentally shifting and I'm just not yet aware?

The strangest part is the commitment to lack of commitment.

Maybe a public journal would keep me sane, honest and participatory.

MUSIC, ACTING, CREATIVITY, MENTAL HEALTH, DIAGNOSIS, EDUCATION, POLITICS, CELEBRITY NEWS, SOCIAL EXPERIMENT, HUMANITY AND LANGUAGE/CULTURE

There is an intersectionality I'm determined to further and explore.