This week has been an interesting one. I keep deleting posts if enough people don't read them or comment. I feel lazy, not posting pieces I can feel good about. I'm wanting instant gratification. I am wanting to feel good. Misery loves company...I'm not miserable, I just want things the way I want them. Control, something I want restrains. Retraining my brain is a daily exercise. Thinking for me is not a good thing for me.
Not a proud moment. Reality doesn't bite, it just stings.
I know it doesn't make sense, but right now I know I just need to write.