October 30th, 2007

Wicked Inside

It's been lovely, but I have to scream now.

Am stressed re: stuff. And choir. And life.

And just now, re: work. Re: not getting it right, despite a supreme effort (trying too hard). And re: the harder I try, the behinder (and 'wronger') I get.

Am wound FAR too tight right now, (about some things that really ought not to be so important) and I can feel my throat starting to swell. AGAIN. GAH!
If I felt 'weller' I'd go exercise -- go swim this off, or something. But I'm starting to feel sick. AGAIN.



If any more of my body parts go on strike, I'm gonna remove them *myself*. With an shrimp fork. Or a rusty nail. Or a tire iron. And some Everclear.

SO THERE. *makes a face*

Must go get unwound. SOMEHOW.

*wanders off to find some sushi, &/or a decent pint of cider*
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I get a little something that I need, from right here (at LJ):

Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
--Pueblo Blessing

Thank you, LJ.

Oh, and strange, but feeling rather true:

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