I’ll admit it. I’ve been struggling a bit lately. Okay, a lot for a while now. I’m pissed too because all my go to surefire methods of organic mental relief have been, well, misfiring at best, and I just get even more moody. I’ve rebooted daily routine, some relief but not the usual.
Fortunately my current eating/weight/loss method doesn’t require a lot of exercise so I do it for fun and this has allowed my inner slacker to kick back a bit more at the beach, even got a new comfy chair. Anyway, I felt words the other day finally permeate the depths…”George, where do you live?”..?.. “what do you live in?”… in a house… ” bigger, you live in a naturally occurring bipolar environment”…oh…”night/day winter/summer tasty/not…”… You mean it’s okay for mental___compost?…” yes George this too shall pass”
