It’s hard for us not to be. We’re told that in order to look after others, we must first look after ourselves. But where do we draw the line?
I’ve a million thoughts running through my head, and I can’t find any peace and quiet to do any real thinking. For a while, I was centered. At least I felt centered. But lately… I just seem to be all over the place. Nothing seems to be coming easily to me. Not even cooking. Cooking became my sanctuary since I moved here because I couldn’t sing on my way home from work like I did back home. But since I didn’t think that people on Dublin busses would appreciate a free song as much as people on the Toronto subway sometimes do, I have no choice really.
I’ve been able to sing a little bit at my house, but it’s not as good. But I don’t even know if that’s the problem. I have no drive, again. I don’t even have the drive to clean (this is bad). My birthday is coming up in a few days and all I can think about is all the bad things that have happened around my birthday. All my birthday’s haven’t been bad, I just seem to keep focusing on all the bad things that may have happened, even if they weren’t necessarily the biggest thing about that birthday.
Bah. I don’t know.