About a month ago I went on a writing binge. A creative overdose induced by 2 weeks of an unusually high dependency on anti-depressants, tranquillisers, coffee and cigarettes. I think in short….this was the beginning of my mid-life crisis. You may ask yourself, “why is a borderline 30 year-old concerning herself with mid-life crises?”.
Well, firstly- I had an incredible amount of experiences in my pre-21 days and was fully expecting for it to have caught up to me by now. And secondly, I think it’s a natural progression in every individual’s journey to go through patches where going “cold turkey” and removal of yourself from your comfort zone is a rough and extreme method of finding your next logical step in life.
“You sleep deprived hippie!” I hear you cry. You are absolutely correct, however, I think there is some truth in my ramblings and this post is certainly testament to that. I would never have publicly shared an opinion or exposed a sliver of my tortured soul before. In fact I would rather have “Take(n) baths with a man-eating shark, or wrestled a lion alone in the dark, eat spinach or liver, pet ten porcupines…” (Jack Prelutsky, Homework! Oh Homework!) so there!
In conclusion, don’t judge this previously diagnosed with anal-retention, recovering work-a-holic too harshly on these brief glimpses into my twisted mind.