Hello all, I’ve been away from the blog. Afraid of what I might post. Having a rather manic day. Trying to stay busy, stay out of my head. Famous line, by some famous writer: “My mind is a dangerous neighborhood you wouldn’t want to walk in alone at night.” Here, here.
I am often so envious of the everyday calm and nonchalance of everyday people. I want that endorphin count too! I imagine my self like an engine, very low on oil, grinding down the gears, metal to metal. Not good.
Trying to keep moving forward, all passes in time, right? Meanwhile, I have a list–I always have a list–to keep me busy and distracted. A yard sale on Sat. and the finale of Tango classes on Thurs. This last is not a distraction but a necessary delve into “the way out is through.” If that doesn’t make sense to you, don’t worry; if it does, say a prayer for me. Fear of wanting is just so all consuming, especially when manifested by a little scared four year old in your heart and psyche. Whatever.
Okay, enough here. I am off to clean, work, make, wash and create some kind of order from a mass of chaos–external and internal.
I will leave you with these, take your pick, which sum me up quite well today. But they also have hope. Hope is good. We like hope. 😉
Just breathe, d.