psychotic break
i’m stressed out.
i know it’s that time of year, when we all find ourselves marveling at the days flying off the calendar. and i don’t feel as though i have a ton of shopping to do. it’s more the non-holiday things that are on my mind.
for one thing, i have a really long mental list of people i need to get in touch with. i know if i just sat down and wrote an email or made a phone call, i could stop worrying about it, but it’s hard. it’s hard to keep up all those relationships. and i really don’t enjoy talking on the phone. but i guess at this point i can pretty much declare that the pain of procrastination hurts more.
i’m stressed about money. i spend more than i make and i’m not saving and pretty soon my car is going to quit. i just know it.
and i’m stressed about the future. i’m worried that i’m not making significant steps fast enough. i’m not even sure i know what i’m working toward. there are so many things i would like to do with my life, but sometimes i would be glad knowing i am halfway toward just one thing.
and the war? i’m so stressed about the war. it’s horrible and it’s long and i don’t know how we are ever going to fix the problems we’ve created.
i can’t keep up with technology. i haven’t played guitar. i never sing anymore. i can’t keep up with technology. there’s laundry to do. i should take the cat to the vet. i think i forgot the password for my prescription refills and i’ve had three migraines in as many weeks so i need more medication. there are bags for goodwill in my trunk. my cell phone is broken. i lost my favorite scarf. and last night i made a big hole in the wall when i was trying to hang christmas lights.
i’m stressed out. i don’t like it. and i don’t think i’m going to do it anymore.
ode to wood
this is my first adventure in woodworking. it’s a ring. you can’t tell from this angle, but the front is so pretty…