There are times when it's not easy to remember that I've got it pretty good. That what I've been asked to let go of this year will not cripple me, and someone else needed it more.
There are times when it's hard to get out of my own head. To remember to do the (art) work because it seems to be the thing that keeps me from splitting my head open on the steering wheel. Blood stays inside. INSIDE.
Damn. I forgot my yogurt today.
What's also difficult to not fucking whine. Because who wants to hear it? I don't really want to put the effort out there to make my shit entertaining or interesting. I just want to be depressed, have a couple beers and a really good hamburger and fries somewhere semi-gloomy. I also want to rewind life to a situation that seemed happy, even if it wasn't entirely.
I thought it was. Then again, what I'm asking for there is self-deceit, and that way lies madness for certain.
I guess that it's good to realize that since happiness comes and goes, enjoy what is there, and don't set up camp in gloomyville.
All that said: I need to start taking some steps. I know, I know.