Writing, for a lot of years, has been an escape for me. Even or especially when I'm journaling through hard things - it's a thing that helps me actually GET through the hard things, enjoy the good things, and have fun too. I love writing, I love how it feels when I come up with a quippy turn of phrase, I love how I FEEL when I'm writing, when I've written something I feel proud of, when I share it and no one says "that was terrible." It feels good to do it, I like doing it, I like how it feels afterwards.
So, WHY, for the past few months, have I not been able to bring myself to sit down and write things?
the reasonssssss
There are many and obvious reasons but the first and most impactful is that I have recently developed an addiction to pistachios. Have you ever done a task using your hands while shelling pistachios? If you said yes, then NO YOU HAVEN'T because you use your hands to shell the pistachios!
Also? Fall and Winter are key times for me to be wearing my favorite press-on nail…
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