Have lost so many days…and so much momentum. I’ve taken off the next week to try to find my way back onto the path but I can’t even see it from where I’m standing. Some changes are marching forward but others have stuck tight in the past. I’m being stretched to breaking point between them. I’m so burned out, so tired, with absolutely no real reason for feeling that way. Things that had interested me before are beginning to make me angry…or apathetic. (They’re not as far apart as you would think.)
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 