Another Monday begins, in a world where there seems to be too many Monday's and not enough Friday's.
I am on the fence this morning, wavering between stupidly hopeful and hopelessly despondent. So many worrisome problems for those I love, too few answers. Yet in the midst, I find myself feeling sure that it will all be okay...no wonder my ex called me PollyAnna. Is that frustrating to live with, hard to be around? I have always thought that finding the positive while living on Planet Negative is refreshing, helpful, an oasis of hope in the sea of despair. Perhaps I HAVE been wrong all these years. Perhaps I do merely piss off those I love. Ahh...too much to ponder at such an early hour.
I can't say I feel foolishly hopeful about my latest undertaking, this test is getting the best of me. Time is running out and there is no way I am going to make it. I still have today. I will make the best possible use of my time, no worries there. But I am not what I once was and that stings.
I am in pain. I am so damned tired of it. I have sought the advice of those that know, I have the pills that are supposed to help, I try to do what I'm told and take good care of myself, but none of it makes a difference. It's getting to me, I have to admit.
And so now, as usual, I want to wish you all the best possible day. That sounds rather trite however, after the above paragraphs, so allow me to merely wish you all the most doable version of this Monday.