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I keep feeling an urge to write, but when I try, I can't. My mind goes blank, and a bit of a wrenching feeling clutches right where my diaphragm is. Or maybe that's just the hunger. Whatever.
Call it soul-searching, or growing up, or just flat out over-thinking life, but I've been in ultra-contemplative mode lately. Significant life changes tend to incite such behaviour in me, and I start to wonder what I'm looking for.
I'm on a bit of autopilot these days... not really thinking about the things I'm doing, so I may have been acting a little odd.
Call it soul-searching, or growing up, or just flat out over-thinking life, but I've been in ultra-contemplative mode lately. Significant life changes tend to incite such behaviour in me, and I start to wonder what I'm looking for.
I'm on a bit of autopilot these days... not really thinking about the things I'm doing, so I may have been acting a little odd.