“What is Voldamert’s purpose in life?”
Forgive me, friends – but these days, it feels next to impossible to string sentences together. I am walking through a hard time – one of the hardest – and sometimes, it’s like a cinder block tied to my ankles, pulling me down, down, down.
I am not dealing gently with myself, as I should. Instead, I am running myself into the ground, demanding a lot, believing harsh words, burning the candle at both ends, and losing sleep. I feel out of control in just about every arena, and, as I told a trusted confidant last night, I don’t know when I’m going to not feel tired. I would give anything for a wide open schedule and absolute silence.
I do really well in absolute silence – but currently, and honestly, most of the time, life is a cacophony.
In the meantime, at least I can laugh at these:
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tags: Annie Parsons | Denver | Funk | Life | Linkage | Sad | When Parents Text
I know the funk. I live in the funk too, way more than I care to admit. Maybe some day we’ll be funk free. Until then, just remember: people love you, my friend! And I am one of them.
Grace Annie, Grace. Seek peace in small moments and the bigger ones will come.
And thanks for sending me into the sea of “When Parents Text”… I’m dying.
ME: I am scared to be on the Greyhound by myself :(
DAD: It’s okay honey. Just shout random vegetables and no one will sit next to you.
DAD: Rutebaga!
Harsh words? About YOU? It’s hard to believe. In fact, let’s just not believe them, shall we? You are far too wonderful for that!
Love and hugs.
Annie, thank you for making me laugh. I love this blog so much…it has been a blessing in my life. :)
That site is like the PG version of this one…
http://damnyouautocorrect.com/