Sometime in the last eight or nine years I've lost myself. In the last six months, as of January 2012, I've lost my job, my home, and my husband of 15 years. (I know where he is and he can stay there.) What I've retained are some great friends and family, my beautiful son, and the determination to regain and rebuild my life and my self one thought at a time. If thoughts are reality, then man, I brought this on myself - and I can turn it around as well.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
This is a can't day and I'm going to feel it
I've been trying to be positive. And generally I make it. But there is no making lemons out of lemon aid today. I want the auto pitcher to stop throwing fastballs at me. Just for a bit. I'd like am underhand id like one important thing to fall into my lap. You know after I've spent so much freaking time shaking the tree. A single apple. SOMETHING to fall in place.
Old thought:
New thought:
I'm at an impass here. I have nothing today.
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