February 3, 2007
What an exhausting Saturday. I spent more time in the kitchen than I spent sitting down. I felt my chest tighten from the annoying blood pressure symptoms that plague me lately. No amount of wishing will make my health issues return to the norms of the past. I always feel the weight of responsibility; pressures of “have to” imposed by myself as well as implied by others. None of my activity today was out of the ordinary. I didn’t dislike it, but somehow it never feels like me. It’s a life lived through me but without “me” at its center.