desperately need to regain my pre-2016 energy where I could write prose fiction without going "but I could be making an RPG instead". something in my brain broke when I was like "what if I didn't tell this story and instead gave others the tools to tell their version of it." NO! sometimes I want to tell The Story, damn it!



going into the office today was really funny because my brain kept telling me like "wow I'm about to meet my coworkers for the first time!" which is... not true? like I didn't work on this team directly when we were in the office, but my team sat next to theirs and we worked together on things all the time, and if nothing else, I tended to run into people in the break room or at the potluck lunches we did sometimes. there's almost no one I work with now who I had not worked with in some capacity before! and my brain was still stuck on "gotta make a good first impression!" like no! it's eight years too late for that!