Just Because

I really don't have anything of merit to write about these days. It's been a tough new year so far. A friend of mine lost his father, to whom he was very close. My husband got into an accident with our truck - he's fine, but the truck's not - and my husband got the ticket instead of the guy who hit him. So not only do we have to dish out the deductible, we have to pay the fine too, AND our insurance will go up.

I took a major insult on the chin at a party last night - won't bother explaining what it was because frankly it's too long to go into. But needless to say, someone who I've totally been there for did something that insulted and snubbed me in front of our friends. And I'm pissed as all hell about it today.

AND, I'm totally stagnant when it comes to anything creative these days. I have no desire to write anything, unless I'm at work, and then it's a matter of no time to really think it through. And when I jot the points down, by the time I get around to looking at it, I forget the connectivity, and it doesn't make sense.

In short, life isn't going well.

That's not to say I'm not grateful for everything - I know it could be far worse. I have two jobs, friends that love me, a family I adore, and I'm relatively healthy - more or less. I haven't lost anyone in the last two years that I've been very close to (knock wood) and I have a roof over my head, food on my table, and the opportunity to improve my life every day.

It's a lot more than most people have.

So, while I am grateful, I'd just like to stew in self pity for a while.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.