Caffeine addiction is real.
I don’t think I can go for two days without it. More than a necessity, it has become a ritual. Some days I wake up with the motivation of being a hot cup of coffee, burning my soul into action.
Off late, I’ve been ruminating if I should quit. I have done so in the past and it hasn’t been bad. I had a cup of coffee late afternoon and I can sense it crawling beneath my veins.
I am in my mid-twenties, late-twenties and let me tell you feeling ancient is a real thing.
The other day I threw out my back running an errand. What was the errand you ask, it trying to wear a rain jacket.
I’m struggling, the insomnia is killing me. When I am not typing random stuff, and liking memes, I tend to overthink.
I guess in the process somewhere I am also learning. Learning to take each day as is, learning to not make myself miserable with worry. Learning to be patient and kind to my biggest ally, me.
Learning that I am getting old and somehow it feels monumental and trying to process the grief of passing time.
When I saw or read people trying to stay young and take ridiculous measures to do so, I’d laugh. Now? I understand their reasons!
There is possibly no inherent value in this kind of content on this blog. I just thought I’d honour the blog name. Empty thoughts are better off buried online than somewhere in the inside of my brain, keeping me awake at 4 am.
If the question was do you need to read this, the answer is probably not.
Let’s be miserable together and talk about this ‘growing up’ bit in the comments?