I’m learning lately, what I do to pass time.
Actually, what I do to fill time.
Scroll my Instagram feed.
Keep myself busy, I mean, hey, there is linseed waiting to be ground and the towels HAVE to be washed twice a week.
To just sit.
To just be.
I don’t know how to do that.
I make up all these things that keep me “busy”.
Find myself exhausted.
And wondering why.
I’ve got nothing left to give.