It's a new year with a lot of new goals, but I'm already distracted. Among my goals is one to set some standards of improvement for my writing and meeting those standards. I can't even come close to this one if I hide from my blog, but that's exactly what I've been doing tonight. Hiding. From my blog.
I haven't been hiding because I'm lazy, I swear. I've been hiding for the worst reasons. I wanted to write about my goals tonight. I wanted to write about the specific things I want to accomplish this year, but I really just can't. Instead I am heartbroken for friends and grieving their tragedy. Even that feels wrong, like I don't have a right to feel terrible for them. But I do. I can't seem to stop crying.
In any case, I can't write about their tragedy because that would be the most awful theft. So that leaves me writing about how I'm not writing about what I wanted to write about.
Huh. I just spent ten minutes staring and the screen and trying not to cry. I will leave my goals for another day, once the shock has passed.
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