Till I Crash

After a foggy as hell morning it looks like the sun’s breaking through. I couldn’t sleep last night so I didn’t fight it and stayed up watching TikTok videos till 4am. I had and still have a headache, but I had a cup of regular coffee this morning. So I’m pumping on all cylinders till I crash. I catch the smell of firewood burning in the distance. And while it’s going to be in the 70’s today, I suppose someone out there needed the ambience.

Overhead there’s a damn squirrel in the sycamore tree bitching about something. Not exactly sure what it is they are bitching about, but it’s certainly messing with my mojo. And maybe that’s what it’s all about, something messing with my mojo. While I have an easy time focusing on my words. There are moments when my head feels like it isn’t screwed on straight. Like my thoughts are wanting to pull me back into a chaos I’d just assume leave alone. Lately my dreams have wondered into some strange alternate realities. Where I am who I am, but living a different life.
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I suppose it’s okay to fantasize about the “what it’s”. But on more than one occasion I’ve discovered dreams don’t often fit into our realities. The fact that I spent several years trying to achieve the dream a college education. Only to discover that it didn’t satisfy me is a great example. Life usually pulls us back to our roots. My roots were to put my thoughts onto a page. So don’t worry that your career isn’t taking you where you want to go. Center yourself, look deep inside, then from there look to what makes you the happiest. Usually these things are hidden right there in plain sight.