Til The End Of Time
Went to get my passport today, but the prices were raised so I don't have the money. I'm going to have to ask Pam for more (adding it to the stuff I already owe her). Took my coin collection to a small coin & jewelry shop to see what I might be able to get for it, and was told that the few coins the guy was willing to buy from me would only come to about $26 (all my silver quarters, Mercury dimes, and my indian head penny). I kept them. Not worth selling if I'm only going to get $26 for them. Since the plans I had for today have sort of fallen through, I came home to work on my paper for psych. I'm almost done with this draft of it, and then I'll send it to my teacher for input. I have to say, though, that I'm having a hard time focusing on it now, for many reasons.
I'm having problems with several things right now. Why does it seem that every time one thing goes wrong, several others follow it and pile on more and more? I accomplish one thing, and three more show up. I feel like Hercules fighting the hydra; like the guy in the Bob River's Comedy Club stringing up the lights ("One light goes out, they all go out!")...
I'm getting tired of holding on, trying to help when asked to help, trying to show when asked to show, and having my efforts be dismissed and forgotten and gone to waste. I have my own things to worry about and take care of. I can't do both, and I am my first priority. I need to take care of me.
I only have to accomplish what I need to do for myself, but each life crosses others, and if I want some of the ones I cross to stay with me, they will have to keep up, move parallel, or they will be left behind. Leaving some behind will hurt more than I want, but I can't stop and wait too long; I can't help too much; I can't take them with me unless they are ready to hold up their end of things. I will meet new people, I will cross new paths, and I will go on.
I'm having problems with several things right now. Why does it seem that every time one thing goes wrong, several others follow it and pile on more and more? I accomplish one thing, and three more show up. I feel like Hercules fighting the hydra; like the guy in the Bob River's Comedy Club stringing up the lights ("One light goes out, they all go out!")...
I'm getting tired of holding on, trying to help when asked to help, trying to show when asked to show, and having my efforts be dismissed and forgotten and gone to waste. I have my own things to worry about and take care of. I can't do both, and I am my first priority. I need to take care of me.
I only have to accomplish what I need to do for myself, but each life crosses others, and if I want some of the ones I cross to stay with me, they will have to keep up, move parallel, or they will be left behind. Leaving some behind will hurt more than I want, but I can't stop and wait too long; I can't help too much; I can't take them with me unless they are ready to hold up their end of things. I will meet new people, I will cross new paths, and I will go on.