I am home after another 12 hour night. The morning is grey and wet with rain….not the kind that gives you an extra kick to start the day.
I am tired, feeling deflated and dissatisfied and dis-centered. It is not the best time to do any deep analysis of these feelings, how the night went and certainly the complexities of life! Perhaps I should just acknowledge these feelings that are gnawing at the edge of my consciousness and let them be. I am certain that after some sleep they will dissipate.
I am enjoying hot chocolate this morning. The grey calls for something a little richer than tea, soothing as it can be. I need the rich full taste of chocolate to warm, comfort and fill me up. I need its sweetness to dispel this sense of lacking in me….this sense of I should have’s….worked more, been sweeter, been softer, been more this, more that…..
I wonder if men talk like we do. I wonder if they find more faults in themselves than in others. Probably not. That’s probably something they can teach us – not to beat ourselves up with assumed and misguided shortcomings. I need to stand tall, even though I’m short, hold my head up, square my shoulders and yell: COWABUNGA! Here I come, ready or not.
Okay, it’s time to give up the battle and get some sleep.
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