We had a party at my house on Friday. I drank too much, and the doorknob to our front door is MIA. I don't think the two are related.
I have a massage scheduled for this evening. Boy, do I need it. My right side is all twisted up, and I can't relax for the life of me. Lynda will, miraculously, find some spot in my neck, skillfully make it go "cracklepop," and make it mostly better.
An expert on human complexities has confirmed that I am indeed complex. This is bothersome to me right now, even though it's something I used to revel in. I'm not sure what my problem is. Also, I have some sort of problem with boundaries, which is also bothersome.
I feel unsettled. There have been so many reconfigurations in my life and in my self this year, and it feels all jumbled. It's twisting my tummy in knots. I'm not sure what to do about it. I guess I just need to wait it out. Try not to stress so much. One thing that never changes is the fact that everything changes.
Posted by thevieve at December 10, 2006 10:26 AM