Dear Diary/Brian/Machinery/Mother Fucking thing that only works on occasion,
I want to preface by saying that I know things haven’t been particularly easy. This year has been full of ups and downs. We have been trying to do so many things and sometimes we wake up in the middle of the night worrying about it all. Especially as of late. I haven’t really appreciated the random wake up calls in the middle of the night telling me that I need to write more than I need to sleep. Sleep is important. Let’s not lessen the value of it and its ability to help us create something from nothing.
I am writing this entry primarily to let you know that today is a good day for a day off. And I forgive you for needing a day off. In the last 10 days alone, you have helped me to write nearly 20,000 words. And that is truly amazing. Some people out there can’t write 1,000 in a single sitting. Some because they actually have lives that include marriage, kids, full time jobs.
Let’s keep in mind though that I still consider writing a job. You don’t get scott free on that one! I showed up today to do my part of the job. You didn’t. You needed a rest. And I get you. But this is a reminder that tomorrow I need you back to work with all your bells and whistles. No excuses.
With that being said, I want to highlight the fact that you have been very good to me. You have been there for me. You prevented me from over eating all the junk food the tongue was begging for when I was down and reminded me that I was trying to commit to a healthier lifestyle. You helped me to write numerous works that I didn’t know were inside me. You challenged me, and I met that challenge. Or at least I would like to think so. We work well together and I deeply value our relationship. So let’s try to remain positive for the coming days ahead. Because let’s face it. Things won’t get any easier. And a day off is always in order when you have really been getting me through the thick and the thin. So I’ll let this one slide.