All Wound Up
Its been a tough haul for me lately. We – my small nuclear family and I – did manage for the first time ever during the holidays to carve out a solid week of relax time just for us, alone in the great white north amongst the quiet snow covered trees which was just beautiful. Not to mention exactly what we needed. Alas all good things must come to an end and then it was back to the nasty, distressingly cluttered, overwhelming reality we’ve made for ourselves.
So. In the spirit of new beginnings at the beginning of a new year – I am dedicating myself to ending the clutter in my life and dialing back the volume to a tolerable or dare I say pleasurable level. For months now it seems I have come to realize that I really hate my life right now. Truly. Its just not what I had envisioned for myself and not at all what I had promised myself I would benefit from once all the tedious endless stressful chores and tasks I was (am still) working on were finished. Disappointing is an understatement. I feel disenfranchised and angry. Worst of all its anger directed at myself. I have no one else to blame.
Whats a split personality like myself to do… with myself. HA!
In the words of my good friend paedric – baby steps. So today I eked out a small psychological space to write this post and put together today’s image made while we briefly dwelt amongst the quiet snow covered pines at points north of our usual home.
May you also manage to find peace and quiet in your crazy busy, treadmill life enough to take a moment of pleasure for yourself as I’ve just managed to do.