I think I might be pulling out of the Breach of Contract psychosis, but. . . Hard, living color lessons have taught me nurture my humility when pulling out of a psychotic episode. Missteps and backslides happen with the greatest of ease and the stresses are still taxing my processing capabilities. I can miss critical details as easily as I can trip in a gopher hole. Who put that freaking hole there, in the first place? Can I sue?
Ate like a loose dog at a potluck party during yesterday's rainout rest. Slept well. Thoughts sluggish. Hopefully in a good way which will let me hold steady through the grunt work ahead. Gut knots feeling more bruised than knotty. Stepping small, praying big and listening for the quiet voice.
Back to the father fucking pile. Part of the apex of that pile fell yesterday. Dare I hope to watch the rest of the apex fall today? Just hoping. . . Wouldn't mind a little help from the Wish Fairy, if you're feeling up to it, my elusive friend. Just wishing. . .