i wonder how seriously we are supposed to take things.
i mean i realize there are serious moments in life and
i think that when they arise our emotions are appropriately
in tune with the situation.
so serious moment = taken seriously.
but i am getting so bogged down in what to do with the
next season i have failed to find any joy or excitement
in it.
i am realizing i do not try things that challenge me or put
myself in situations where i might fail. this has always
been my way and it has left me with too much time in front
of the tv and no attachment to the strength that everyone
else sees in me.
my cat is sick and i wanna come home. i imagine she
thinks i've abandoned here and her little furry heart is broken.
the idea of staying... eh.
the idea of coming home...uh.
talk about no country for old men.
how about no idea for young-ish women.