📓 Sunday, December 14, 2025 — 6:34 p.m.
Today started with waking up after a good night’s sleep.
I am glad to finally be sleeping.
Since my breakup with my then-girlfriend in 2016, my sleep went away.
Insomnia stepped in as my new girlfriend.
Not the girlfriend I would’ve chosen — but the one given.
I’ve been uncommonly relaxed these past months.
Today was more of the same.
I noticed that eating proportioned improved my sleep.
But the most important thing for me has been the inner peace —
that’s been slowly improving before the sleep did.
I always lacked self-confidence, self-reliance, and initiative.
But I was good at drawing.
It’s an odd combination.
I’ve been writing on WordPress for almost four months now,
and I’m surprised that I even write —
and that I’ve written over 57,000 words and 174 posts.
Why?
This is a question I’ve asked myself:
Why the fuck do you continue to do this?
I wake up and immediately feel the need to answer a prompt of the day,
then go off to my regular day of selling plastic bag cases
and any errands that I have to do.
Then I come home, do my daily writing,
and now I even schedule writings to come out during the week.
What the fuck?
Madness is sometimes hard to explain — even to myself.
But the simple answer is that I enjoy it.
I have the feeling — there’s that word again —
I have the feeling that writing on this platform,
out of all places, can become something.
What I don’t know — and nothing shows that it will —
but I continue to write.
Funny…
I never liked writing in my life.
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