ne vidis vin en longa tempo, ĉu ne?

I am okay. I have therapy tomorrow night. I need to work out positive things.

Today I was hard on myself. I whipped myself over mistakes I made at work. After work, the mood lifted a bit but the universe figured I needed to be slapped around. I started up the propane grill, lit it, and wound up singeing the tip of my beard and my forearms.

Only my pride was hurt. But I felt better after that, as if the universe might’ve been saying “Things could be worse. This is real. That other stuff is in your head.”

There are lots of things I should be doing, but I’m not doing them. Hoping therapy will help me give myself a kick in the ass, rather than continuing to coast.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.