It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall
I read a poem once. Struggling with loss, is like sand slipping through fingers. I would do anything to save what I had left (or get it back) even at the expense of loosing myself more. And...Sand and Quicksand is like that. the more you try to keep it in your hands or climb out of it the more you make it worse. But I'm not gonna talk about that, well maybe indirectly. And....today I'm not going to rage today about war, or thugs in masks, or the fascist rise in our government or all the stupid of the world or how social media has ruined us, or how dating apps isolate us even more and make us less free to find love. less happy. Rather I'm going to share how I'm doing in hopes maybe someone struggling might realize they too are not alone dealing with the anxiety of the world, their past, their mistakes, their triumphs and failures. And the realities I see in everything. Some practical shares. The last year I followed the 'Transition' playbook. The one that y...
