I'm a mess. I swear I'm having some sort of perfect storm emotionally draining, creative block, midlife crisis, deep dark year. It's god damned exhausting! I'm thinking I need to go back to being a hermit.
This is what I feel like... a lovely catastrophe!
So many beautiful butterfly moments, but so much smiling through gritted teeth. I want smiling crows feet, not weary bags around my eyes.
But I've got to buck up, cheer up, get back on the saddle, right?
We all have our burdens, our complaints, our anxieties and faults.
I'm tired of mine. I want to dump them off somewhere. Maybe I will.
I'll burn my worries on a pyre! I'll grab a garden hose to wash away the ashes, then put my thumb over the end to make a fine mist, creating my own rainbow.
Edit: I'll probably just nap and eat cookies instead.