Recently, I have been struggling to follow any kind of routine at all. Sigh! It pains even to write that sentence. How often have I written that? And I keep writing that again and again. Why is it so difficult for me to stick to a healthy routine?

What I do in my free time is a reflection of how free I am in my mind. Crowded the mind, the less I do in my life. I need some respite, and I have convinced my mind that my routine is not my respite.

It is binging some movies or shows. Or mindless scrolls.

Worse, for the first time in my life, I am falling prey to Instagram doom scrolling. I have never struggled with that. Recently I have. The reason I even have it on my phone is that I wanted to create something. But there is no way you can create and stay away from the mindless feed. Pathetic.

Yesterday, I created a quick post without much thought and posted. It felt good. I am going to do more of that. Not judge what I create for a while. Because the larger the threshold for the quality of creation, the less are the chances of it existing in the first place.

Some crude posts are on their way. Bear them for a while.