In the past I had a daily routine. Now, I'm winging it? When I think of wings, naturally, I imagine flying. I'm so not flying right now. It's more like time is dragging. Worse, like I'm being dragged around by those quail and roadrunners that I encounter every time I pull out of the driveway... it doesn't feel good. In actuality, it is I who is dragging. I have to drag myself here, or there, but mostly, drag myself out of bed... this is bad. Having zero plan is a problem.
I could place blame on economics. I could resent the fact that my body doesn't work the way it should. But you know what, I'm gonna just admit, I cannot do change. I do not like change... never have. I wish I were more like my kids. I suppose this is supposed to be a gentler, less hectic phase of life, after all...
I think I'm doing it wrong.
Until tomorrow ~ Lil
This post is written for Day 2 ~ Creating Memories with August 2014 NaBloPoMo