"The peace we seek to win is not victory over any other people, but the peace that comes with healing in its wings; with compassion for those who have suffered; with understanding for those who have opposed us; with the opportunity for all the peoples." -Richard NixonI wrote a very long post about various things. And I erased it all.
I’m trying to keep things in perspective. I am trying to be real. I am trying to heal. But darn it, I’m having a hard time. And I hate admitting that. I don’t like feeling hopeless and helpless. Obviously, things aren’t hopeless and I, as strong as I am, am not helpless. But sometimes things just feel that way. Early on a gray morning before the coffee has fully kicked in, I can’t see past the fog.
I’m in a funk. I’m sad. I do feel somewhat “pleased” with myself that the funk hasn’t made me angry or selfish or anything of that nature. I’m just simply down in the dumps. If Spring would just get here already, I think that would greatly improve my mood. Somewhat. Maybe.
I hope.
