I wrote for an hour before I realized that I was writing a bunch of stuff that I never really wanted to share with anyone. I keep doing that. I keep coming here to try to write a blog post, only to actully consistently write myself into a psychological epiphany. Which serves it's own purpose, sure, but it doesn't entertain you. And, let's face it. That's why you've come here.
The daily grind seems like it's the same but everything else seems to be changing. And I don't want to talk about any of it here. I feel like I did after Mom died except that I don't want to share my grief. I keep writing things down to make myself feel better, but I don't want to share what it's like to feel this shit. It all feels like so much wallowing.
One of the things that has really changed is my outlook
