I stumbled onto an old Dropbox account full of photos and memories from the past that took me out at the knees (which is why my gut reaction is to purge most things so they can’t sneak up on me later).
Struggling to process usually turns into songwriting and snotting all over myself.
While walking home.
In the shower.
Driving over to a friend’s house.
Processing hovers in the back of my mind and I scramble to throw a couple words or phrases into the notes app on my phone while continuing on with whatever else is happening at the time.
I used to think I couldn’t multitask and then I realized that processing is a fierce force of nature that happens at the same time as everything else.
Never giving a shit about convenience.