I haven’t even written in my journal since December 1st. Normally, I write in it every night. December was simply too much. I have a big pile of notes, though, for potential blog posts. And a bunch of photographs to illustrate them. My brain has been running on full speed in all directions, but it’s as if I’ve lost my ability to focus.
(And just as I write the previous sentence, I remember I have a bag of groceries that hasn’t been unpacked sitting on a chair in the kitchen. Cream and frozen vegetables melting away. I was just supposed to sit down by the computer to put on some nice music, and then go do stuff in the kitchen in preparation for the New Year’s dinner that I’m scheduled to start hosting in an hour. Scatter-brain!)
I don’t know if I should just leave all those notes, not write them up. Maybe re-booting myself would be the kindest thing for my fragile mind. But there are so many important things that have happened this fall, there are the sustainable development goals and the climate negotiations in Paris and then of course the long and winding road of the project that I’m working in, and I just feel like I would like to write about them. For myself. To make up my own mind about what’s going on in the world, and with me.
I don’t know what would be best. Maybe I’ll have an epiphany at midnight, when 2015 turns into 2016. Maybe January will re-teach me how to concentrate, and I will be able to preform well at both my job, at writing, and in life in general.
In the meantime, I should really take care of those melted vegetables in the kitchen.
Katja Malmborg 