I took the weekend off from my daily writes and look at what happened. Two days turned into 4 days. Now I’m having a time getting back into words. Forget about intentions. They don’t seem to work. So many of my intentions are laying by the wayside. My intentions of making muffins today never came to be. That should teach me not to waste time on talking about and setting intentions. Let me move on.

Moving on is easier said than done. I am weighed down by the gloom of the day. I want to sit, close my eyes and drift on nothingness. You can’t really blame me. It’s hard to be positive and energized without the sun. Our present day world doesn’t make it easy either. What kind of world are we in where a man drugs his wife and recruits men to rape her for 10 years? What horrible thing will be in the news tonight?

My weakness is that I am so permeable to all the vibes around me. It’s not good but what can I do if it is my makeup? So what I do is I come here and mumble and lament, voicing my grievances and discomfort. It’s good to have an outlet. It’s much better than letting them swirl within me.