"You should write more."
I should write about my job and how it is time to put on my big girl pants and fix the problems I can, and accept the ones I can't.
I should write about how marriage is different than I expected, but probably better than I anticipated.
I should write about the existential despair that makes it so hard to get out of bed some mornings and the cure, which might be found in not checking twitter before the sun comes up.
I should write about how time works when you find out that you're trying to read a broken clock.
The problem with writing on the internet is... it is awfully public. When you're spending most of your time processing, everything comes out like a Joyce-ian paragraph without even a single comma and it can be hard to come up with simple sentences that are easily digestible by people who might happen upon them.
So here are some things that are absolute in their truth and meaningless:
The first season of Downton Abbey feels like a warm blanket on my soul.
Making a pot of coffee is beyond my capabilities most mornings. If I can't have a cup made for me, by man or machine, I'll just go without.
Every time a teacher tells me "its easier when you smile" in a yoga class, I want to punch her (or him) directly in jaw.