I've been waking up with dread and a nasty "pit in my stomach" for about a week now. This is a daily experience I can surely do without. Now what there is... to figure out how. Surely there are choices in there somewhere. choices I'm making that I could make differently if I only knew. An attitude adjustment, a fresh perspective, an enlightened point of view... maybe a shift in focus or a bit of tough love?
I'm working on a project and the tasks seem impossible. They are certainly overwhelming given the time frame and resources. The pit comes from wondering if I'm doing enough? Could or should I be doing something different? Should I recommend a different course of action? What will happen when various events become evident? While I dig into the moment in an attempt to just "get 'er done" I have haunting doubts and questions. I'm not certain I'm expressing my concerns effectively.
So there is now a personal experience with a haunting feeling of dread. Something more I can express and know how it feels. That's my bright side for the moment... a learning opportunity... I'll take what I can get!
Writing about something is the only way I know of to talk myself of a ledge (so to speak). Frequently I feel better, magically, without coming to any specific resolution or decision. So it is... this time again. Thank heavens!
Our precious guinea pig, Snickers, is also deathly ill and occasionally I hear her little pain riddled squeals and squeaks. The gravity or lack of shows up and I decide I can muster on, ask for help and just do the next right thing as it is presented.
What shall I forgive this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!