Wishing for more certainties, wishing for fewer toxins in my bloodstream.
It feels as if I’ve been too caught up in Stuff. Too many worries, too many long and drawn-out days when I should have called it quits and headed home. Too many mornings where I silenced the alarm clock and slept for another hour when I should have got up and made use of the productive ear lies morning hours. Too much staying angry when I should have let the anger flow out instead of clogging me up.
Eventually this will pass. Getting everything back in sync seems like the biggest struggle right now.