Captain's bLog: 10 weeks.
It has come to my attention that my blogging habit is predicated, at least somewhat, upon my being unhappy in some way. Specifically, I seem to be at my creative best when I'm suffering from a smidgen of insomnia-induced mania. However, I've been sleeping really, really well on this trip. Like, eight or nine hours a night - sometimes ten! That is literally double the amount of sleep I usually get.
I can also be creative during bouts of overwork - my brain is always on the lookout for productive ways to procrastinate - or hormonal rage. But I'm not really working much at the moment, and my frustrations seem to fizzle out harmlessly on vacation, even during my regularly scheduled week of elevated anger levels. I did get pretty upset with DH after he finally read The Handmaid's Tale and then had "nothing to say" about it afterward, but I have filed that offense for some future date when I'm able to work up a proper lather again - I just can't be bothered with it right now. Passe le vin, s'il te plait.
So, yeah, like I was saying, unfortunately (??) it seems I've simply been too content to have much to say here (have I discovered the inverse Anna Karenina principle?). I try to inject my writings with a certain amount of real-ness, but I'm essentially living in a fairytale dream sequence at the moment, which makes everything I have to say fundamentally rather unrelatable. This is exactly why I hate travel blogs (... and Instagram).
Yet here we are.
I may, against my better judgement, be forced to sortof maybe actually write about traveling stuff in this sacred space, just to keep it from atrophying another six months. I'll do my best to be unhappy in some way, and thus thwart my reverse Anna Karenina problem, but the sun is shining and life is good and darn it, being this happy is just not conducive to blogging in my usual way.
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