Fiddle Funk.

Blah.

. . .

Hi.

I had stressful, annoying dreams last night.

So many things to unpack. Clothes and boxes and craft supplies bursting out of every corner.

Looks of judgment. Crime. Feeling trapped, physically and emotionally.

I just want to sleep, yo.

Is that too much to friggin’ ask?

. . .

Sometimes I have moments of such clarity that it’s almost too easy.

We all have to go through this life, so why not just be happy?

Easier said than done, Snap.

Easier said than done.

Each of us has a story. Each of us has a collection of pesky cobwebs in our brains that refuse to let us move forward.

But we keep breathing. We keep trying.

Again.

. . .

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the oddest person on this planet.

Sometimes I wonder if people actually like me, or if they’re just bored. Or trying to paint a picture-perfect picnic. Or just feel obligated.

Sometimes I wonder if this anxiety will ever pass, and I can just be me.

. . .

Maybe I’ll sleep better tonight.

. . .

14 Comments

  1. The only thing that can change is your relationship to your thoughts, some call it a shift in context. As I sit here giving myself a headache for no reason at all I realize some things are easier said than done.

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