First Fig – Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light.
Not the poetry dose for the week. Just how I am feeling.
Tired. Burnt out. Emotionally wimpy.
My extroverted self is even at a point where I just can’t handle more than a couple people at a time. I have very little interest in leaving my small radius and mostly just have been reading and playing a weird phone game called 80 Days (which I highly recommend).
That’s not entirely true. I’ve been going to work every day, which has been feeling like an accomplishment. I’ve been eating decently and exercising every day, which is always an accomplishment. I’ve been working on a new project. I’ve been spending time with friends (just individually though, this week).
I even undertook the beginning of KonMari-ing my apartment, at last and with help. Clothes, check. Books next. Photos of it all? Maybe to come.
But oh man. I’m just tired and done right now. Tapped dry. So for now, books and sleep and tea. But next week: home to Wisconsin. A much needed vacation with no plans.
In the meantime, I might just go through all my old college photos and think about getting one of my haircuts with hardcore bangs again. But then I remember I was really skinny and had a Blackberry so am I even the same person now?! (Joking, but only kind of.)
cold pressed 