“Jane, stop this crazy thing…”

[bluecastle]

So it’s Monday here. Went to sleep (on couch. too lazy to clear laundry off bed at midnight) determined to start this week with a better attitude than I had most of the weekend.

Then of course I wake up with a bitch of a headache, so there goes most of the determination to be “better.”

Tired of feeling bad.

Tired of feeling like I don’t belong.

Tired of feeling like I am living a life someone else imagined for me.

Tired of feeling like I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Tired of feeling tired.

GAH.

CHANGE IS HARD.

It’s all twisty inside mah head. My inner child is a teen slamming shut the door to her room, flinging herself on her bed, and throwing a crying fit ‘cause she can’t go to the party with the cool kids. HAH.

But the news is not all bad. (focus on the good… focus on the good…)

When I stepped on the scale this morning it says I have now lost NINE pounds. Given my headache I suspect some of that is simple dehydration, but I am wearing a pair of pants I couldn’t have gotten into two weeks ago, so…

*Clings to the wreckage of a ship called HOPE*

*tries to be a better person*

"Three Rules of Work:
Out of clutter find simplicity;
From discord find harmony;
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
~ Albert Einstein