I think you're thinking of someone else.

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I've fallen into this trap of wanting everything I write to be less than 200 words. I'm writing to match my attention span, which has been waning for a decade. I love you, internet, but you've rewired me. I'm a goldfish.

I've just emerged from a week of activity. Seeing people, doing things--the family business. My sister was visiting from overseas, so all of us and our partners spent as much time together as possible.

For a person who spends so much time alone, it was borderline surreal. I'm so terribly unsocial that after a day or two of steady interaction I feel like a part of my brain shuts down. I mean, I'm there, eating, talking, making plans--and I'm happy to be there, because these are people I love--but everything seems odd and other, like watching my life through the wrong end of binoculars. At the end of it, there's an unshakeable sense I've imagined it all.

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Heh, at this point, honestly, I'm freakin' thrilled when I write anything at all. ☺

There was a time when I was writing so much I had to reel myself in, but I got burnt out and "took a break" that didn't seem to end. The longer I went without writing, the scarier it felt. Imzy was great because it sort of got me into the habit of writing *something*--even just comments or the wotd posts, so I'm seeing this a positive step.

It makes me happy I'm not the only one who finds pep talks a bit underwhelming. haha.