Fun with stress
May. 17th, 2011 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sessifetI can't write at the moment. Not just 'I can't write fiction' but 'I can't write anything'. Even LJ posts are taking a lot of effort. There's plenty going on in my head, but when I try to put something down, everything gets jumbled and thoughts merge and flit hither and yon until I end up with my head full of white noise with random words and images and half-thoughts jumping out at me. Like pea soup with interesting lumpy bits that float to the top occasionally (oooh, pea soup. Been years since I made pea soup). I think it's because I'm still trying to get over being stressed for months and the brain has decided it's getting some downtime, dammit.
So I wander around in a vague state of 'Hmm? What?' until something grabs my attention and I go and do that until I'm bored (though considering it's getting the house packed one box at a time, I'm not complaining too much). Still, I'd like to sit down and write. Or to do some cross stitch or carpet knotting. Instead, I'm reading gardening blogs and planning to do things to the garden in our place. I want to call it 'my garden', but it's not mine until I've been doing stuff in it. Nor is it 'my bedroom' until I've unpacked things there. Nor is it 'my house' until I'm actually there with all my stuff and we can consolidate things. But this isn't my place anymore either. Fleh. It's limbo again. Still, only a week and a half or so to go.
So I wander around in a vague state of 'Hmm? What?' until something grabs my attention and I go and do that until I'm bored (though considering it's getting the house packed one box at a time, I'm not complaining too much). Still, I'd like to sit down and write. Or to do some cross stitch or carpet knotting. Instead, I'm reading gardening blogs and planning to do things to the garden in our place. I want to call it 'my garden', but it's not mine until I've been doing stuff in it. Nor is it 'my bedroom' until I've unpacked things there. Nor is it 'my house' until I'm actually there with all my stuff and we can consolidate things. But this isn't my place anymore either. Fleh. It's limbo again. Still, only a week and a half or so to go.
