These past weeks so much has been happening emotionally, physically, and externally that I have grabbed a pen and one of my numerous journals too many times to count. The first few lines are quickly scribbled out, only to have my focus shift to another train of thought, topic, or event. I can not even quiet my mind long enough to produce a coherent string of lines. That has been my main expression even before adulthood. I find this state horrifying...
The easy answer is to take a break, destress. Yeah, That would be wonderful...
However, with the very strong possibility of surgery in the near future, things slowing down at work (when your pay is partially commision based that is bad.)...I think you see where this is going.
The catch 22 of responsibility vs. health. What sacrifices are to be made to attempt to keep both your health and meet your other responsibilities? That or watch the life I've worked so hard to build come crashing down around me.
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