I’ve been lacking desire and motivation to
get out of bed in the morning blog lately.
And really? Nothing to see here ….
Except replace the laptop with
shameful amounts of reality television and vino. No shame in that game.
(Actually, I don’t watch the Kardash–iansanity but you get it.)
But the point remains: GET.OVER.IT.
Speaking of getting over it, it’s taking pretty much every ounce of energy I got to
exist beat this funky-dunk.
I need intervention.
What I have been doing ……
……is not helping. Too much of a good thing is
binge eating not good.
I’ll get back up soon.
I am sure.
No, really. I’m sure.
See? Still giggling.
I’ll find my way.
We all have to find our own way, you see… … to THE way.
(Oh look at me…come for the pickles and butterflies and stay for the deep philophosophical shiz and yes I know that is spelled wrong say it out loud and pretend like you are talking to me and now you know I talk in run-ons when I want to.)
We all have different ways of finding our way to THE way…
I’m glad I know which direction to head in; and glad to know I’ve a hand to hold, a steady path to follow, and a lamp to guide my way there.
But you know…I have to
get out of bed and face life make a lot of changes in order to “pick up my mat” and walk.
- I like to close comments when I write such a nothing but a sad hag update because…really?
However, if you would like to comment please tell me your “not-so-shameful-except-really-they-can-be” indulgences? Are they truly indulgences or have they become vices?