I feel stifled lost beige out of control bored incredibly busy worried lonely stressed uninspired selfish martyred grieving
I move forward when I want to go back. I press onward not knowing where I'm going, not wanting to go at all. I try to trust that there is an end. A good end. Out there. Somewhere.
I keep going.
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Holding on tightly makes it more difficult for you to make room in yourself for that trust to burgeon. Don't be a backseat driver!
Oh, Painted. I know that out of control feeling. It's not comfortable. I'll be hoping that the good end to all of what's worrying/stressing/grieving/etc. you is near. (But "the end is near" doesn't quite convey the message I want...)
(Also, the "beige" on your list amuses me. I would hate to feel beige, too! Hardly a flattering color, and not nearly festive enough for a Maypole.)
**hugs**
-breathe-
Locked in the middle of a tug-of-war or spinning out of control . . .
just try to stop and . . .
-breathe-
all my love to all of you
I can't hear (read) the word beige without thinking of that joke, the punch line of which is "I think I'll paint the ceiling beige".
I'm sorry you're in a funk, and I hope it gets better soon.
Grieving?
Keep going PM until you're coasting downhill again.
Hope you get feeling better--My computers been acting up and I've had a hard time getting around to visit. Hope the vacation helps.
Holding you close.
Hang in there. We're all here for you.
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