but for the record, not unhappy.
there's just too much going on inside now that it's competing with what's going on outside that i'm disoriented.
in an attempt to regain my balance i've been writing a lot -- here, in my journal, sticky notes tacked to my wall, back of receipts ...
i just need to siphon everything out so i can step back and rearrange the pieces to my emtional puzzle and make a big beautiful -- not necessarily pretty -- picture that may or may not make sense.
i still go about The Everyday but it spills over. i spent hours on end talking with jojo the past week because she sees what i don't and i want to see whatshe's seeing.
i'm hoping this will all dissipate soon but The Meantime is a bitch.
