I'm restless. Get quite a lot done, but not much satisfactory here in blogland.
I've several posts to write, but I don't give myself time to write them. Then, usually late at night, I resent the fact that no one is reading the posts I haven't written, and produce short, facetious, eliptical or otherwise C-list posts instead.
When I started here I was saying things that I had few other people to share with. Now I have had a therapist for a year, I feel & less need to be so utterly, candidly, almost masochistically personal as I used to be. In fact writing about emotional things too openly here can get in the way of openess in the next therapy session.
Also - and this is a brilliant thing - the first time since I began Too Much To Declare, living feels more important than blogging.
