Thursday, April 8, 2010

Not in control

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.

9 comments:

de said...

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!

alejna said...

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.)

the dragonfly said...

**hugs**

Alice said...

-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

Magpie said...

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.

imbeingheldhostage said...

Grieving?

Keep going PM until you're coasting downhill again.

kaye said...

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.

Aunt Becky said...

Holding you close.

Run ANC said...

Hang in there. We're all here for you.