Struggling with the fact I'm struggling. Crying and feeling bad about it. Okay, something needs to shift. I'm stuck over the finger mishap. Unsure what to do. I really just want someone to help me to rebandage it properly. I don't believe going to a medical facility will get me any further than an assistant here would. Because a small piece is missing, I cannot see how it could be stitched.
I feel blue in the house alone. I am accustomed to being alone, but somehow when I am not tip-top, I need interaction. And in this chapter, now with self-inflicted complications...ah well. It is mighty lonely in CNY in the winter. Although the snow itself is bright, the sun has been absent a long while and it is cold out. Sometimes frigid cold, sometimes bitter cold, sometimes just above freezing - again, cold. It is snowing again as I type. Sigh.
Struggling with struggling, I know it well. Then angry because I'm angry about struggling, then ....
ReplyDeleteFaster I get to laughing at the monkeys the better I do...
What's your technique?
Re weather: bundle up when I have to go out, and ignore it when I don't. Drop everything and sit in sun every moment it peeks out;)