Enga mellom fjella

To disappear or not. That is the question. [ASR]

For everything there is a season. Planting, weeding, harvesting. Festivities, taxes.

For some there's a weekly rhythm. Some even take a day off!

I was forced into a rhythm when I was in school, when I worked, when I was homeless.

Now I have no reasons to maintain a schedule. These days, I'm running out of rhythm.

When I travelled (note past tense) I had to be aware of other peoples schedules and rhythms.

Trains, planes and buses left whether I was ready or not. I missed a few. It can get costly. Even when it wasn't quite my fault. The plane missing connections in Narita comes to mind.

Accommodations also have rhythms. Thinking of staying 3 days or 4? Better to book 4. There's no guarantee that a bed will be available for an extra day the day before. O Ljubljana!

And staying with others means accommodation to their daily routines. Even in hostels one must consider the habits of others. Lights on; lights off; early departures; late arrivals.

Which belatedly gets to my point. The Season of Covid has erased my rhythms. I tried to establish some sense of what day it was. Not quite successful. Thursday was my day to meet friends at The Break Espresso. Did I go today? Nope.

Here at WDC we see how fellow writers have been affected. Elle - on hiatus is taking a break. blimprider tried to but is doing a reset instead.

Me? I've been burnt out for quite awhile. Random thoughts and jottings? Sure. Focus for a short poem or prose? Not a problem. Anything more?

So... I desperately need a break. I wrote down my reactions to some news that unsettled me so that I could write a blog in response. I just can't seem to focus enough to write anything coherent.

So do I take a break? And for how long? Normally, I'd be traveling and that provides a break with new thoughts and experiences to write about. And yes, I still dream-travel and prepare; but ... what about WDC?

It's so hard to get restarted once one stops. I kept a daily journal for almost 17 years. Over 50,000 pages. I have had nothing to write about this past year. I mean to say that 'sitting in my room' does not make for riveting reading.

I've almost disappeared from bookfaze. Very few have noticed... yet. I could disappear from here with barely a rumble. InRealLife I might be missed (emphasis on might). I disappeared from certain social circles years ago.

To disappear or not. That is the question.

Taking a break may be a good option.

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