I don’t really have time to be doing this right now. I’m meant to be designing Facebook posts for a client right now, but I’m so fucking jacked on caffeine and listening to music on my own for the first time in so long that I have to.I don’t want to be making Facebook posts. It’s not what I was meant to do — it’s what I’m meant to be doing, but not what I’m meant to do.

It makes me feel insecure. I’m not meant to be wearing dirty Nike sweatpants, a dirty hoodie (it for real hasn’t been washed in… weeks), and to have just gone to McDonald’s with no underwear on. But I do feel good right now — is that wrong?

I feel like this is going to be taken away, this job. I met with an accountant (on the phone, met?) yesterday and had to push down the feelings of insecurity, imposter syndrome (a concept that has become such a cliche), etc.

But this week I have things happening, a lot of things. And things are pouring in, by the hour. So, I have to get back to work. No time to think about the meaning of things.