I only have a buck of emotional money to spend each day…
The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.
Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.
It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.
Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as […]
Awaken by a purpose greater than the contrived, partisan, and hateful rhetoric that once surrounded us.
Is this more fixed, or more broken? How the heck was I supposed to know? So I let it cook…
So, with twenty drafts of the same story piling up, it is clear that that piece of the puzzle is just going to have to come into focus in a different manner. The size of the thoughts too large to fit through the doorway of a single post.
Fear is an awfully big wig, hard to manage, and usually leaves us looking more unkempt than we recognize.