Myself or not myself

I have had some difficulty writing here the last few months because I sense I am walking on a slippery path and am worried and worn down and tired of so many things – and afraid. But I’ve been keeping it in the back room, not wanting to alter the image of the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. And, having written this wee bit, I find my thoughts not organized in any sort of path, but floating around at odds with themselves in a marsh. I can’t really see a bridge and I don’t know if I am up to slogging through. Oh, I know I can force myself a few steps forward, but I have no confidence I will keep going and not just sit down in the muck.

I just wrote a very telling paragraph about my character flaws – and, by God, I deleted it because, well, it was kind of ugly. I decided just knowing it was enough – to heck with seeing it staring me right in the face.

Well, crap, I’ve disgusted myself with my whining and that has at least given me enough motivation to slap myself and and consider getting a tall pair of boots to use in the muck, and maybe a shovel.

I could delete this whole thing but some things I have to know and so do you if you want to trust the peanut butter here.

 

4 thoughts on “Myself or not myself”

  1. I suggest Taco Night and the Three Stooges and – or The Marx Brothers… always a shot in the arm of feel good for the old Lonzonator…

  2. The old bridge at Keokuk has been closed to cars for years. Of course, I think that you can still walk on it.

  3. I actually understand this. Which might scare you. Or maybe should scare me. But I get it. And I think I can relate. Character flaws. Oh boy, I’ve been slapped in the face with a bunch of them lately. And good friends are honest and tell you with clarity that yup, it is a flaw… but they don’t let you sink and flounder and fail. They slog alongside you as you figure out where the path is. And cheer and holler and sometimes push and prod and by God, you get there.

    Here’s to mucky trails that teach us truth.

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