To the three people who actually read my blog (and boost my ego to make my writing feel worthwhile): Thanks. It's been a crappy day for NO reason whatsoever. I think maybe I'm overly emotional.
Some days I'm like that, and I'm pretty sure it wouldn't matter if I were in Australia or not. It's just where I am. As promised, I want my writing to reflect the way my life actually works. I don't want to get on here and spout platitudes and pretend my life is all sunshine, unicorns and rainbows.
I mean, there's lots of glitter. But we're a little short on unicorns these days.
Sometimes I write things, rethink them and delete them.
What I need is to involve more people in my life. I don't need more obligations, but I need the opportunity to use this house to cultivate deeper relationships. I have room to host and I want to learn how.
And I totally need to focus on something else...because too much time plus a not so great day plus emotions that are constantly awry leads to holes that are difficult to dig out of.
And Lord knows I don't need any more of those.
So here's to talking to myself...er, writing to myself. Which might be worse than actually talking to myself? At least when I speak there are no witnesses here. And the sad part is that this is totally not even the reason I would be identified as crazy.