Nevermind…

I get too caught up in myself sometimes… My life is full of inconveniences, that’s all. My problems are minute. I lack grace…

Right after I wrote my whiny list, I watched Archbishop Tutu on Craig Ferguson (seriously). I am a very lucky girl. And we are all very lucky that there are guides placed among us to keep us from losing ourselves.

Where to begin?

I feel like I’ve been neglecting an old friend…

I don’t have the time or stamina to cover three months so, a few quick bits:
- I fell off of the tobacco wagon. Climbing back on. Promise.
- Saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Did everything in MY power to get a new job, but was once again thwarted by the powers that be. Crappy economy.
- I didn’t know that one person could tread water for this long.
- I’ve figured out who I want to be…and spent time getting to know myself. No clue how to introduce those two people to each other.
- I love Ray LaMontagne.
- I really do hate reality TV. Every time I have caught myself watching it, I have been disappointed not only in myself, but in humanity. I truly believe there is a parallel that can be drawn between the hours of reality programming and the collective optimism level.
- I have rediscovered passion. Momentarily. And I long for a continued fix.
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- I realize that my voice cannot be heard until I have something worthwhile to add to the deafening cacophony.
- I think I have something to add, but I have yet to learn the language.
- I’m afraid that I am losing essential parts of my self: kindness, empathy, conviction, determination… I’m afraid that my furor to hold on to the remaining pieces will make me lose even more of myself.
- I hate that I can’t see anything left in the glass. Half? I only see a drop.
- I promise to write something more positive soon.