cfuhrer
whiskey in a tea cup
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- Jan 7, 2006
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Dear Selves,
What are we gonna do with us? Hmm? Cuz what we're doing ain't workin'. We are a mess, falling apart at the seams and we can't keep sticking our fingers in the levy.
We are falling apart physically, mentally, emotionally, financially and we keep acting like we don't notice, like it doesn't bother us.
Right now the only thing keeping us trudging forward, one foot after the other, one breath after the next is him. And that's not fair to him, or baby him, or Him. We need to be more active, more proactive, on so many levels. We owe it to them and we owe it to us.
I know everything feels out of control, I know everything feels like fate and circumstance are at the wheel; and I don't know what to tell us about fixing it. But we can't just throw up our hands and watch life circle the drain. The drain doesn't empty anything, it just ends up on the baggage we drag behind us.
I wish we knew where to start; I wish it was like the scene from Gone With The Wind. But life isn't a nettle field, we know what to do with a nettle field. I hate to call us out without at least offering a starting point, but...well, here we are.
Go home, get some rest, we'll hit it hard in the morning.
What are we gonna do with us? Hmm? Cuz what we're doing ain't workin'. We are a mess, falling apart at the seams and we can't keep sticking our fingers in the levy.
We are falling apart physically, mentally, emotionally, financially and we keep acting like we don't notice, like it doesn't bother us.
Right now the only thing keeping us trudging forward, one foot after the other, one breath after the next is him. And that's not fair to him, or baby him, or Him. We need to be more active, more proactive, on so many levels. We owe it to them and we owe it to us.
I know everything feels out of control, I know everything feels like fate and circumstance are at the wheel; and I don't know what to tell us about fixing it. But we can't just throw up our hands and watch life circle the drain. The drain doesn't empty anything, it just ends up on the baggage we drag behind us.
I wish we knew where to start; I wish it was like the scene from Gone With The Wind. But life isn't a nettle field, we know what to do with a nettle field. I hate to call us out without at least offering a starting point, but...well, here we are.
Go home, get some rest, we'll hit it hard in the morning.

