I am making me write. It is supposed to help a troubled mind, and or a broken soul. Heal what ails ya. I have been tepidly keeping a journal for more than 30 years. I say tepid because i do not do it every day. It varies on and off, but it preservers none the less. I have a deep drawer full of journals. I often think about going through each one chronologically and catching the gems. The little looking back I have done has not been so positive so I hesitate to really jump in and follow through on the idea. But I keep writing.
Christmas vacation is over. I need more time but I can't take off any more time. I have to catch up on quite a bit. Well it always feels that way. No matter what I get done, I always feel like I have not done enough. I need to do more and do it better.
But wait I did accomplish some of what I wanted. I did get more organized at home, and I de-cluttered some drawers-moved books and book shelves and set up my desk area to distract me away from television- I did not renew amazon-I cleaned the refrigerator-cleaned u my living room mess- filed papers-so I feel I kinda cleared the deck-and I said I wanted to sleep. I did sleep. I slept a lot. I am still tired but I slept a lot. I got to work on time this morning, remembered to bring a lunch and did not forget my phone. A good start?
oh gawd January 2017.
Wait here, I'll run and get help.
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