I missed posting yesterday. I'm sad to have let lt slip by, but it has to be ok when it does. Otherwise this is just too forced, and it has been a struggle far too often. Meanwhile, I'm just trying to keep sane. I got a decent sleep for the first time in weeks if not months. My stress levels are at an all-time high due to work issues and activities, and my son's unyielding belligerence. I'm discouraged and down. I have difficult decisions to make about how the rest of this year will play out for me on various fronts. I could use more consideration and understanding from those around me who otherwise expect me to be on-call 24x7. One is somebody I'm increasingly not giving a fuck about. The other is my son, which makes the situation all the harder. I guess this is the teen years, and learned, too.
I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with this journal. The cadence broke. I don't know that the point is. It's fun to look back, but I don't. Maybe i'll reserve the effort to write for when I have more to say than just that nothing happened, but less to say than warrants a full post.
I liked the daily gratitude aspect the most of all of the sections, and 'anticipation' too. Both made me stop and think of good fortune and things to come. And that has been a good practice.
Time will tell.
