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I spend a lot of time thinking about what I want to write. I have a couple of books I’m working on, sure. But it’s the blog writing I like to be 100% consistent with, and yet … I’m not. It’s not that I lack topics to jot down thoughts on, it’s that, I mean, there’s kind of too much! I think that’s the problem. And there’s a whole lot, a whole, mega, ultra, big amount that I do not want to write about.

So everything goes dormant.

The problem is, I guess … it’s my job? Sort of? It takes away a lot of my mind and my concentration, and by the time I feel like I want to write something, it’s my weekend. And I’m tired. I wanna rest. I wanna game. Work? The hell is that? And then my whole brain is just a blank blob with nothing going on.

In fact, I’ve been toiling for the past couple of weeks trying to formulate a game plan to change everything. I decided that 2026 is the year I stop working retail. Sorry to my boss if you’re reading this. Heck, maybe my plans won’t pan out and I’ll be there an additional forty years.

(oh god)

But the biggest problem, is that the more I push myself at work, the less space I have in my brain to just think … about stuff!

Part of me feels like this is by design, or maybe that’s the pessimist in me speaking. Maybe I’m right.

So let’s make this blog post a letter to 2027 me, on January 5th, 2027. How’s it going? Did it work out the way you expected?