We're 7 days into September & being 59. I'm still not liking either very well. I'm tired of it always being, "well things could be worse." I'm waiting for the things are better phase of it all. If that even exists.
When you're continually on the ass-end of things you start to wonder if there anything else. Are all these good things & times people talk about just fictions they make up to rub in your face. Or is there something about you that makes you incapable of having that life. Did you do something to make you "unworthy" of the "good stuff?"
Whatever the answer to those meddlesome thoughts, it doesn't really matter. Because what you have are the poor to awful aspects of life on your plate. Maybe you served yourself, maybe you didn't. Does it really matter at this point?
I'm not sure what lies ahead for the rest of this year. It'd be nice if things settled down some or even improved a bit. I doubt that will happen, so I'll settle for just not getting worse. To bad that's the most likely thing to happen.
Take care.
Cya...
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