T W E L V E S T R I N G .
I had a difficult day. Having. Some unpleasant things happened, at work and at home. Dear friends of mine were bowed by catastrophe. I struggled with work; there's been a lot of struggling with work, lately. And yet I'm not sad, or angry, or disappointed. I'm only worn down, and I've a feeling that if I were struck by some sort of inspirational thingy - a call from a friend, a kiss from a stranger - I'd vault right back into action, forgetting my unfortunately stalwart belief in obstacles.
That's what different in me, these days. (I forget who it was who told me that she's always regarded "thesedays" as one word, and the temptation for me to deliver the phrase that way is a constant thing.) For some reason, I'm now able to see the mouth of the pit and to know if I'm on its safe side or on its business side. I'm out of it more often than I'm in it. And when I'm down, I can recognize it better than I once could. I know enough to dig myself out, and sometimes I even do.
I'm not sure if this LiveJournal flirtation has an expiration date or not. I've had the urge to say more than I can in your average Facebook update, but that doesn't mean I have more to say. I guess we'll find out.
By the way: That was last night's sunset. Life on Mars does have its perks.