I've learned not to allow days like this to get me down, but I do
resent them…
You know how it is: you wake up and you've been dreaming, but you
can't remember the dream, except for unsettling flashes of the
dreamscape in your head that make it impossible to go back to sleep,
so you get up. You take a shower, hoping it will help, but it
doesn't. Trying not to look in the mirror, you comb your wet hair,
then you get dressed, and go in search of coffee…
The uncomfortable, unsettling feeling is still with you as you run
cold tap water over the last of the instant… and you think of Holly
Golightly, and you think of yesterday and how much you didn't get
done, how short of expectation you fell… and you hate yourself, and
you hate where you are… you hate your life…
You feel lost… powerless…
As you drink the tepid coffee you think: Today is just going to
be another dead loss…
Is it? It's entirely up to me. I hate that.
The longest journey begins with a single step, and it's length is
accomplished by putting one foot in front of the other, day after
day, year after year. And so I stumble along, knowing only that I
must keep going…
And, just to make the day perfect, I've learned that I will have to
completely-- completely redesign this site because there are
size limitations on the pages-- I don't suppose it was worth
mentioning up front, was it, people?
It is, indeed, one of those days.