Fear Not
The ticking and twitching did stop at some point the other day. I would have told you sooner, but longer days have kept me from the things I want while I contend with so many things I don’t.
I have been drowning in all things spreadsheets and formatting, as well as meetings filled with bullshit. It’s rather thick these days. Or maybe I’m just less tolerant right now. Either way, it stinks around here.
I’m so tired of the elitist attitudes and just offensive gall that has somehow warped into the norm. It stems from one source, and yet like a weed it has seeped into our day-to-day and now it’s begun to choke each of us.
I’m waiting. ButI am restless.
In the meantime, I’m wishing for things. Simple things. Things I can’t really touch or see - but no less real all the same. The sharp clean scent of skin, biting and comforting all at the same time. Warmth, but not just warm. The ease of things, the calmness there.
Things I can get lost in and be overwhelmed by. For a little while, anyway. I just want to push back all the endless details and plans and thoughts running themselves through my mind - day and night without end. Time I can spend not thinking, about anything, but that moment.
