shift happens… ?
Another day of deathwishing heaviness, but let’s not devolve into self-pity when it’s so easy to slog through time waiting for things to change. Shift happens eventually; what’s a little time when I’ve already survived so much? This is my fiftieth winter and fifty is a lot in the scale of one human life these days, though once was a time, they say (and may be again) when lifetimes were longer than a song or two. Best not think about how long and will it ever end and can I take much more, because those thoughts lead nowhere but down.