It is totally obvious to me that I have to either "shit" or get off the "pot." Too much whining. Who wants to read that shit.? Not me. Either I come back to my old self or put this baby to bed. I'm not saying this for anyone to comment about it...don't. I have to make a choice whether to go or to stay.
It all started with losing my job..then selling our old house and building this house. I won't go into all my concerns because that is private...and I am told on a daily basis I have no reason to worry because financially we are fine. But I worry about the "what ifs." They keep me up at night. Health issues etc. But that comes with age. Taxes are higher here...I just can't seem to fit in . I worry and worry.
Where is that fucking "balonie" asshole when I need her? I need her to take over my life again.
I have an idea about writing stuff I know about....not the daily life stuff. But things that I remember from my youth and and up. You might be surprised what I did in the 60's.
Thanks for lending an ear......
Let me ponder on this for a day or so.