June 28, 2016
I'm in a weird place funk. Not where I wanna be. It's a holiday. I've got social obligations (bake a peach cobbler.) then meet to have fun. I've got personal fun things that I could do, but I'm out of energy, having just succumbed to (internal) pressure to tidy up my yard. If I fantasized about enjoying the day totally on my own, I know I'd feel sad that everyone was having fun without me. See? there's no pleasing me today. My funk is made of my own stupid thoughts that are creating the clouds around me. Stop it! Stop.