I realize that my last post was the pitiful ramblings of an aging woman. I need to get a serious grip on myself. Focus Emily Focus!
I sometimes wax too sentimentally about the passing of time. There is something particularly poignant about fading looks, sagging lines, wilting flowers. Or you can just take the hard nose route. It's just life, dude. Get over yourself already right?
I will. I promise. I am just feeling outgunned by life recently. Too much being hurled at me at supersonic speed. I feel like I stumble around helplessly half my waking hours, haggard and tired and heartsore and all because I worry too much about the future. Why worry? Why am I losing the ability to feel happy? Is this really then what I should be doing with my life? Maybe my last post also smacks bitterly of jealousy. How come I'm never in those pictures, carousing with friends, drunk as a monkey, having the time of my life?
How come I scurry to and fro every day, head bent low, trying to stay above the water and the best I can do is not to drown? I think I need to rethink which end of the pool I belong in.
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Please see post on Beyond the North Wind. I feel that the message delivered by Steve Jobs was timely, the very medicine I need to quell my extreme negativity. What I should realize by now is that life is not easy and will never be easy. Once I get over that fact, maybe I will indeed learn to face the challenges better.
I've come to the realization that you are insane.
How am I insane? Do tell.
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