“Some days you eat the bear and some days the bear eats you
I thought about that for a moment, mostly coz I’m feeling shitty this morning: Tired of the constraints, tired of not knowing and plain tired of this whole mother feakin’ routine. Then there’s the dog…..
Let us pause while I have a temper tantrum.
It is hard to hold your breath for too long at my age.
Nowhere, in that homespun adage is there a rejoinder or corollary that says, “And it’s all your fault!”
If it were, a couple of million people in Puerto Rico would be asking themselves what they did to deserve an earthquake Saturday morning.
More than once in my life I have witnessed and experienced the sometimes “shit happens” phenomenon and as brilliant as I pretend to be, I have no excuse.
Even as I sit here and write I feel compelled to tell you why I haven’t posted in the past week or so. It’s simple and remember I want you to
like adore me, so it will bother me if I don’t tell you the “why.”
It is simple. Me meds were adjusted for my anxiety disorder and they threw me for a loop. I’ve had a super hard time concentrating.
I feel like I’ve let you down.
Some days, the bear eats you
As Tupac Shakur, (Not the guy the governor of Kentucky thought was scamming the unemployment system.) said
Keep your head up