I had the day off from work. I was disappointed that the weather didn’t hold out for paddling, so instead I went out for coffee and wrote for hours. As much as I love writing, it still felt like a waste of a day. I don’t know who will ever hear or read what I’m writing, so it feels kind of pointless. As does reading, which is just a way to pass time. It feels like everything I do is just a way to pass time. I’m not getting much out of it. Hence a long, long line of pretty shitty photos of basically nothing. I am not sure how to get out of this rut.
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