I am currently at a place my obsessively goal-driven self does not like. There’s been a lack of my usual motivations and bouts of inspiration, not even the usual energy I give to all the things that I do. It’s strange. But maybe it’s my own fault too. Since my grandmother’s death my mind has been on overdrive. I’ve been thinking plenty about life, about living, about dying, about my fears, about the future, about what-if’s, about my regrets… It kind of feels like I suddenly had this need to figure out how to live that I seem to have forgotten to actually do so. It certainly feels like I’ve…
