Trying to find focus in these crazy times.
Trying to keep my grades up and largely failing.
Trying to connect with other humans and largely failing.
Kids my own age...ha.
"So, how do you stay awake and largely focused on the tasks at hand?"
Stretching, regulating my heart rate, staying moving physically and mentally.
The only "drug" I'm using is caffeine. And that has to be carefully regulated to avoid caffeine crashes.
Stretching to wake up the body.
Trying not to get to warm or comfortable.
Trying not to let my self doubts weigh me down and hold me back.
Recognizing when the nods are happening and letting the fifteen or so minutes take over to freshen the focus.
Finding litmus tests for myself to catch myself slipping and pull it back together.
"So spoiled."
"Shut your mouth"
"You don't understand."
Oh no, I get it.
I get it much more than people think.
That's...mostly the problem.
I open my mouth and speak truth and it's always going to piss someone off.
So, I'll just let it run, and if I step on toes I step on toes.
You say "watch this" and the pieces move around the board and end up in nearly the exact position you said they would.
And that scares people.
One day I will learn to trust my instincts the first time rather than making myself run in circles chasing the same leads and having the same conversations over and over again.
But until that happens.
Until I learn to trust myself I'll be checking and double checking my work.
Verifying facts as I can.
Looking to more experienced individuals to provide honest and accurate information.
But I'm rambling. Trying to avoid sleeping to see how much worse it is for the brain space and getting facts in order than it is to catch the naps here and there.
Kind of damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Catch a nap and people think I'm taking advantage of...whatever.
Self care and they think I'm being uppity.
Utilize resources and they think I'm looking for a handout.
Either the folks that mean me harm will find me and do me harm.
Or I'll succeed and end up pulling off the craziest hat trick in history.
We'll see though.
I think I did okay on my Spanish test, but we'll see.
I forgot a few words.
Math is next, test wise.
We'll see if the number crunching comes as easily as it did a couple of nights ago.
Still need to see a play to "inspire me" for my acting class.
Yay.
It's not so much the money that's keeping me from doing it.
It's the time.
Trying to pull my belongings together, my life, take care of my body through this crazy experiment, and scrape together the money to pay bills and tuition has eaten up most of my time. Then there's the shows available. Good lord, I know people at almost every theater in the valley and not many of them like me all that well.
But what else is new.
I'll have to get over it and go see a show eventually.
"But you're eating out all of the time."
Fuck off.
I've gone to bed hungry too many damn times to skimp on feeding the machine.
"I've never gone anywhere."
"I've never traveled."
Do it man.
Go, see, do.
If you want to you will.
You have to be your own damned wizard.
And if no one wants to go with you, go by yourself.
There ain't no one out there that's going to come and do it for you.
That's the fairy tale.
And if you "can't afford it" find a way.
You can always find a way to work for it, trade for it, or make things stretch if it really means a lot to you.
Okay...fragmented writing.
Jumping from topic to topic.
Fifteen minutes, a dose of caffeine, class, then fifteen more minutes and hopefully work keeps me busy enough to keep my brain active. Then to bed as quick as I can get to it to recoup and do it all over again.
I will survive this term.
I will pass my classes.
I will pay for all of it.
Late maybe, but it will be paid for.
And I will run this stupid ass presidential campaign.
And if I get elected I'll do the damned job.
2020 is going to be a wacky ass year, that's for sure.
Even more wacky than my sleepless brain is writing out the gobeldygook.
Even more wacky than this last year and most of the rest of my life.
Because in 2020 the kid that first saw a president and started setting up the chess board will be old enough to play the game at the big table.
The question is, did the opening gambit succeed?
Or am I just loosing my damned mind?
More than likely a little of both.
Ah well, it's a hell of a ride.