Maybe it is time to consider a new career. Like, for instance, gigolo.
2010 is off to a roaring start, and it is giving me a headache. Personally, I would prefer it to "come in like a lamb," but that doesn't seem to be in the offing. While I have a generally positive attitude and hopes for the new year, there is still baggage trailing from 2009. Shouldn't there be a statute of limitations on some things that kicks in on January 1 every year? I think the government should pass a law, or something. I'll contact my congressman about this.
I haven't been able to get a haircut for over a month now, and I am starting to look like some kind of damn hippie. I got out the weed whacker for me beard yesterday, just so I could stop looking like some kind of refugee from Hair, but the head is still scary. With any luck by this time tomorrow I will look like my usual sexy self. Or what I hope is sexy. At this point in my life it is hard to tell at times.
The hubby is all energized with plans and activities and goals for the year, and I am shamed to say I have failed to identify even one for myself at this point. Part of me just feels numb, to be honest. 2009 was so brutal I just feel grateful to have survived, in many ways, and sort of feel like sitting around and licking my wounds before the next set arrives. I hate feeling stuck in neutral, but I really don't know what a next step in life would be right now. That is scary. Am I just getting too old to start down new paths? Are medications inhibiting my ability to form new ideas and new desires? Has my mind been tamed (a good thing), only to result in stasis? This is what I worry about.
So, I am left feeling a bit unmotivated and lost.
Someone please reach into the morass I am wallowing in and pull me out.
I just wish I had a talent that I could use, but my edges feel a bit blunt right now.
On a lighter note - mmm, coffee!
And Happy New Year to us all!
I haven't been able to get a haircut for over a month now, and I am starting to look like some kind of damn hippie. I got out the weed whacker for me beard yesterday, just so I could stop looking like some kind of refugee from Hair, but the head is still scary. With any luck by this time tomorrow I will look like my usual sexy self. Or what I hope is sexy. At this point in my life it is hard to tell at times.
The hubby is all energized with plans and activities and goals for the year, and I am shamed to say I have failed to identify even one for myself at this point. Part of me just feels numb, to be honest. 2009 was so brutal I just feel grateful to have survived, in many ways, and sort of feel like sitting around and licking my wounds before the next set arrives. I hate feeling stuck in neutral, but I really don't know what a next step in life would be right now. That is scary. Am I just getting too old to start down new paths? Are medications inhibiting my ability to form new ideas and new desires? Has my mind been tamed (a good thing), only to result in stasis? This is what I worry about.
So, I am left feeling a bit unmotivated and lost.
Someone please reach into the morass I am wallowing in and pull me out.
I just wish I had a talent that I could use, but my edges feel a bit blunt right now.
On a lighter note - mmm, coffee!
And Happy New Year to us all!