There’s not much of a point to this post. Other than just to get it out there.

I want to write.

I want time to play games.

I want time to sit on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and crochet while watching a movie.

I want a weekend at home that doesn’t require cleaning.

I want to write again for pleasure, for myself, for no reason at all.

I want a day, or a week, or really, more than a week, that isn’t scheduled. That isn’t filled to the brim with work and posts and chores.

Yes. I am OK. I am just tired and overworked and unsure that will ever change. I work more than most people realize. I love my life. I love my work. But sometimes I just want a break.