I was feeling sorry for myself, wallowing in despair, using sorrow for a pillow . . . so I mowed the lawn. It worked.
Sweat: the great elixir.
Daily Archives: April 3, 2012
Can you see me?
I am jumping up to look over the top of the rut I have worn my days into. Jump, look left; jump, look right. I need to start building steps to get out of here. It is sort of the trench warfare syndrome of life. It will probably take some deep breaths to work up the nerve to go “over the top”.