Saturday, August 25, 2007
Productive
It rained. All. Fucking. Week. It was grey and gloomy and sticky. Oppressive. By Thursday I was in a deep funk. Grumpy. Foul. Unmotivated. I wallowed in it, let it take over. Sometimes you just have to go through the dark. You can't skirt the periphery. Deal. And it is no comfort knowing others are going through dark, too. Because it's not your dark. And you just want someone to listen and not understand, because they can't. You don't want to be judged. You don't want to feel evil, but by saying it out loud, it gets bigger and darker and nastier than it was when it simply lived in your mind. But then it's released to the wild, this demon. It will thrive elsewhere, but no longer belongs to you.
Then the sun comes back. The house is full of light. You know everything is going to be ok.
Did I mention that it was an especially shitty week? But today... today will be a productive day. Because I have some of the best friends in the world.
Who dat snappin' back? |
Then the sun comes back. The house is full of light. You know everything is going to be ok.
Did I mention that it was an especially shitty week? But today... today will be a productive day. Because I have some of the best friends in the world.
