I've been thinking a lot lately, mostly because I've quarantined myself due to sickness, but also because I find myself having a lot to think about; a sort of perpetual state for me. I haven't been this sick in years, and it's frustrating because I'm not too sick to go to work, or maybe I am, but I can still function, and I'm still well enough to eat. Still, my head pounds and I have trouble regulating my body temperature. Enough of this. I want to get better. I feel like a little kid who broke her arm and is thinking of all the things she'll do when she gets the cast off.

Historically, I haven't approached change as well as I probably could. It probably started somewhere between ages 5 and 6, when going to school incurred some minor consequences like having to learn to tie my shoes by myself. School could certainly not be worth learning such things that only seemed to waste my time. I had playing to do, and the 80s welcomed velcro...an efficiency that seemed to fit well with my style. How could I waste time tying laces?