I woke up in my parents’ house in Muskoka (that’s not the disorienting part, I’ve been there the past two days).
Something made me really grumpy before I had coffee and my face hurt from scrunching it.
I swam in the Muskoka River.
I spent over two hours in a car.
I got my 30th T shot, ended up bleeding from it, and fainting.
I had food with friends, went to the Welcome to Night Vale live show, and then went and ate more food with different friends.
Now I am home and my room is still a disastrous mess from the week leading up to Pride weekend which I then fled to go to Muskoka. Now I am back and feel… at a loss? June is over. I did so, so much, but I don’t seem to feel connected to any of it. Maybe that connection will return?
I love putting all that I am in the work that I do; I love doing the work that I do with all that I am. I am passionate about being passionate. But when the work is done, I wish I felt less empty from it. I wish I felt more proud of myself. I just feel numb.