I guess one of the reasons why I’ve been burying myself in books is to escape, relax and unwind.
One of the things I wasn’t ready for in motherhood was my brain going into overdrive. It’s to the point where there’s so much to remember and keep track of that I forget a lot of things. In other words, my brain is mush.
Instead of escaping in my work which requires thought, I instead drown myself in books. Someone else is driving and I’m just along for the ride.
Does any of this even make sense?
Again, my brain is mush which isn’t helpful since I have a comic due tomorrow.