some days don't make a lotta sense
learning to live with pain and confusion - and then without personal clarity or motivation at times.
This day may not make a lot of sense - but perhaps this journal is a kind of
focal point of reference. I don't know. Maybe I have gotten so used to mulling
over my experience that to write is just a daily 'check in' for me.
Work went alright. Felt knocked around at times but it's important to keep going.
I am coming more to the conclusion that keeping going in the face of pain and confusion is what life serves.
I came home and was totally different in my p.o.v.- unused to the way I was seeing things. Ate a big lunch
and watched TV. Tried to take a nap - but no such luck. Tossed and turned. I decided not to keep my date
at the gym. I have been trying to keep that a routine starting this week. One day off may not be so bad.
Changing subjects - I think I might get a cat from the local shelter. Not sure. I think though it's time. My Dad is allergic - so it would be hard on him. So I am not sure.