I really don’t want to write today, I am tired, I worked my first full shift since getting sick, and to be honest I don’t really have much to say. However I realize that part of this project is pushing myself even if it means putting out something I’m not happy with, even if it means typing in a stream of consciousness until there’s something on the page. Usually I like to plan, but the whole not being able to take a deep breath thing is really messing with my meditating skills. I don’t think I realized how much breath comes into my creating process, I don’t think about it, but when I plan I have to slow down my thoughts, and the only way I know how to do that is to steady my breath. Take that away and you have a very anxious, very scattered Bri. Or in this case a very stuffy very hoarse Bri.

That’s all I’ve got tonight. Just breathe.