It's been a while.
The last few days have been difficult. Sick pet. Sick me (a fresh cold). Ridiculous weather... 42 and rain. A lovely, late fall day in mid-Spring. Other stressors.
Does everyone who "creates" something analyze it? I know I do. The things I write sometimes I look at and evaluate them. Did I make a point. Did I HAVE a point? Sometimes I think I'm just a hack. I've made money off this hackery, so obviously I have SOMETHING. But how does it rate?
Wait, don't answer that...
Unless it's with a heartfelt rave! But seriously, folks. I have doubts. The erosion of the last few days has ebbed me to a low place.
Maybe I'm just too tired.
Neil said "the days fly past til we lose our grasp..." I hate the speed of time these days. I never feel like I have enough time to take in what's happening. There's such a rush to get somewhere. But where? Is the destination going to be worth the days spent getting there?
I admit to a little fear. I worry about many things. Am I living my life the right way? Do I matter?
It seems like I rarely get out of April unscathed. I really hate April.