I know it has been a few days since my last post. I've been feeling a bit under the weather so I've avoided writing. I think it's a combination of a cold, recovering from a long and hectic weekend, and the usual stress which reminds me that I'm alive.
I have a lot on my plate at the moment, and so many things to contemplate. That's without the constant cloudy threat of drama that circles above me. Perhaps I'm getting a little burnt out. But when everything is intertwined like some knotted cord, it's not very easy to separate the positive things from the negative.
I'll be getting back to my regular posts again today. I could use the healthy distraction. With so many things to ponder, it may take forever to mentally sort through the mess and get back on a normal keel. But that's life: one big tornado of plans, dreams, buzzing mosquitoes, and flying cows. As much as I'd like to take shelter in some cellar and wait for everything to blow over, there's simply too much shrapnel flying about to find the latch.
Yet I won't allow that happy bubble of mine to be popped for the sake of meaningless rubbish. Life's too short for it. I just need to find my humour again...