I was in a funny mood last night.
I wasn’t sad, depressed, angry, or anything like that. I think nostalgic might be the best description. Contemplative mixed in with a bit of self-analysis. That’s one thing that I love about having this journal. With a simple click of the mouse I can go back through the past four years of my life. I’ve made the majority of those entries private instead of deleting them outright. On nights like last night, I’m glad.
With no time for anything other than work lately, I haven’t had a chance to decompress. Honestly, my brain was just full. But even before that, it’s been a while since I’ve actually wrote without restraint. I miss that. Without being able to chuck out the random crap that makes its way into my head, things just build and add to the clutter. It just builds and builds, until I hit that breaking point and it all comes out in a massive, incoherent, jumbled up mess of words.
But, at the end of the day, my head was clear. I purged a lot of random crap from my head and got stuff off my chest. So, all in all, a good night.