Two or three, huge, king sized, misses.
Brief process of thought:
I can't believe it.
how difficult to accept
hehe.. who cares
i need to persist. i need to get busy.
i'm tired though.
work now sleep later
tired of looking- i've been at the egdge of my seat entirely too long and my ass is starting to get sore. (no, not literally)
ahh, a crossroads... i need to pick a direction and run.
my journal cracks me up sometimes. It's mindblowing to think about how much of an impact it has had on my emotional well being... or at least the ability to half way focus so that I can better choose how to release frustration. stray thoughts. like an emotional trash compactor, it has served me well.