Currently Crushing On


The gift of the sea

"“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” 

Motivation is at an all time low. Perhaps it's the it's all food or maybe the champagne? Maybe it's just exhausting to process all the lessons I have learned and the conclusions I have reached over this past year. I know I'm supposed to be "merry" but December is one dull headache to me and all I want to do is sleep and sleep until the festivities are over. At the very least I want to run to the sea. There is something decided un-festive about the seaside, the waves seem to sigh and echo my weariness at all the crude gaudiness of the season. The run up to Christmas is equally as underwhelming as it is overwhelming to me. At times I feel like a hermit crab without the luxury of a shell to retreat into, away from the noise and the fuss and the temporary merriment. The noise of it all is deafening and it does not allow me think straight. Even writing, my usual refuge, has barred my entry. I spend my time typing and deleting, scribbling and then erasing and hoping against hope that I'll wake up fresh in January to some peace. I hope that I can wake once again to silence and shrug off this stale cloak that currently weighs me down and at times threatens to smother me entirely. I hope, at the very least, that in the quiet aftermath, when the music has stopped and the chatter has quietened that I can hear my own voice once again above the crowds 


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