📝 Blog Post: Week Reflection : 007 Wk 35 Yr 2026

There was a draft, a detailed version of the week. The week did not go as designed. My mind feels the weight of having no focus, scattered words, learning, thoughts, ideas; scattered brings no peace. I type this, a entirely different version from what I intended; my daughter home due to stomach flu — she is recovered now and making up for the missed calories. Though I enjoy time with her, I do not rejoice at the scattering thoughts — this probably got me to stay off TikTok; I do not enjoy short content, I always crave more details. I get prickly. Jumpy. Breath in, breath out, on every minute interruption; my partner says I should not even try and should just accept that I can’t focus and just get through, but getting through does not mean I will be grateful or happy. My brain agonizes over scattered moments, the more they are, the more I panic, until I freeze — hence my love for notebooks. The week… we planned on celebrating my birthday outdoors, but both my partner and the day were…

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