there is a fine line separating hope and disappointment and i’m not clear which i am walking today. the new job is inhaling about 60 hours a week from me.. i have let go of my connection with a second counseling gig and the catering gigs have been impeded by the long hours as well.
operating from planet pooped does not offer me the strongest or most objective perspective on what’s going on around me- and with me.
i went to see “st vincent” today and balled like a schoolgirl. i am still discerning what the tears might be about. there is something about carrying on in the face of defeat represented in the film that hooks me. i am very clear about my own fear around not winning.
mindless gibberish is what i seem to be typing today. be fooled not, however, as i am moving through something very emotional.