Wandering
Have not quite come to the conclusion of what I am going to write. Oh, it's not that I don't have things to write, it is that maybe I have too much and of that it is also allowing myself to "go there" and start putting some things of paper. I have gotten up and walked away from here at least five times now. I decided what I am going with, get comfortable, then chicken out. It's ok, I'm about to make that six. I have lots of thoughts, emotions, feelings, and other stuff that I just don't know the word for, going through my mind. Even after sleeping for almost three hours, it continues to agitate through the wash cycle. I can do this. I can work with all this. Even if I don't know what it all is, I can do something with it. I can slow the movement down. I think back to several months ago at the church meeting where I got really anxious and came up with a way to control my breathing and in turn slow the anxiety down. It didn't go away yet it became ma...