I want to cry, but I’m not sad about anything. I think I just get overwhelmed by….stuff.
By stuff, I mean the things that happen in life, like waking up in the middle of the night, sports scores, fixing lunch, staying busy and everything just accumulates, from physical tiredness, to grief, to sexual frustration, to body pain.
And I can’t bear the thought of going anywhere. Now pain is starting to register in my lower back.
The NFL Sunday regular season begins today. That’s nice, I suppose.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
Maybe you need to let it out ❤️
I think maybe I do. I vaguely remember a Star Trek episode about the only time Vulcans could be emotional. It was just before they had sex.
Yes. Feeling is so important to really be alive. Let it out creates space for new.
Here goes.
I’m watching minimilism on Netflix and thinking of you 😊
That is so sweet.
I am so there with you. I get to the point I can no longer hold onto it and something little will make me cry. Something like – “Oh your shoes are untied” will totally make me cry.
Oh yeah.
I am going into rest mode. I have been exchanging comments with two of my favorite Word Press people, Jade and Marcie. And quite frankly their empathy has literally traversed the blogosphere, and I feel it. Love you both. 💘
hugs
Thank you, luv.