Killing Time

I began writing this post as a way to kill time; roughly an hour before my next meeting. And I wish I could say that, by this sentence, I was struck by divine revelation. That, by now, I would have plucked a topic out of my tortured mind, the same way American "enhanced interrogators" provide free dental care. But, alas. The mind is blank, and so is this page. 

To be honest, I'm not sure which I'm more frustrated at; that I have nothing to say? Or that, because I have nothing to say, I have only been able to kill a mere 2 minutes of my 60 min downtime. I would argue the latter, given my thoughts on performative productivity and the feeling that laziness is to be dismissed. But, I believe it's the former. I have nothing to say, not because my mind is blank, but because it is too full. I can't pick a single thing to focus on and those that speak to me are far too personal for this medium. 

So here I am. Staring at a blank page. Praying that words will fall upon it, like manna from heaven. And as I wait, I'm clearly having fun with descriptive writing (although Grammarly tells me that my tone is formal). And failing to achieve my goal (now I have 53 minutes left). 

Maybe I should have had a plan, going into this...

UPDATE: I figured out what I love about myself

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