Deep Water

For the two people out there who still read this (and let me know that they are patiently waiting for the next entry), hello!

Balance has been on my mind a lot lately. So many goals, so little time, and so much to do it's exhausting. Updating my planner lately has been a chore. Every time I add another task in, I feel I am drilling another hole in my tiny survival raft. Not only have I neglected my family and friends, but I have also neglected myself. I get so bogged down with all of the assignments with work, school, personal health, housework, and errands, that the pressure mounts eponentially on this piece of coal. Lately, no facet of a diamond-in-process has glimmered to light. Nope, this coal frickin' collapses upon itself and somehow ignites into self-rebellion. (Wow, is that too many analogies for ya'?) I take pleasure in tossing aside my planner to sit and soak in my own self pity. Listen to the song. My water is self-produced. Tears from years of self-pity. Even I am tired of my obsession with whining.

Time to look to the sun. Or, Son, rather. I have spent entirely too much time dreaming of how good it will be; I have been stuck on survival mode until then. Time to love myself and think of today. My Dollar Store straws have holes and it's time to just get rid of the water.

Maybe that means I will write more. Maybe it doesn't. Either way, it made me happy today.