And half-thoughts and difficult phrasing. Nothing comes easily, or so it’s said. What should be a time of freedom and new beginnings is fraught with danger and pitfalls. What I should be doing, thinking & feeling not always right, so it seems.
So I try to think of what I would like most in the coming weeks and months so as not to repeat past patterns that have brought me distress from over-stress, too little pay-out for too much effort. The story of our lives, or so, sometimes it seems.
Be thankful for the little things, don’t jump to quick conclusions today, listen or you’ll be sorry — all snippets of advice from various social networking devices. What to do with all of this? So sick of institutionalized suppression, multiple layers of depression and this barely can get up before being knocked down again metaphor of life these days.
No place to go? Should be liberating. Full of dread and fear, instead. Why is that? Why can’t I break the shroud of sadness over my head–never wanted to regret but it keeps staring me in the face, waiting for an answer.
Wish me luck, say a prayer, light a candle. I have so much to offer the world and would like to be able to do that.