I stop to watch the water, I can't get started again.
It's cold in here, I can't concentrate.
I need to work, I need to adapt the line dance done to Cadillac ranch. People with physical disabilities need to be able to do it.
Why did I pick such a stupid thing to adapt.
At the end of all this I may need to commit myself just to get my sanity back.
Maybe it doesn't matter because I never had much in the first place.
I feel like I'm Winnie the Pooh, sitting down on the ground, tapping my hand against my head saying "think, think, think..."
Other times I feel like Eeyore, saying "don't worry about me guys, I'll be fine..." when clearly I'm not when my house has fallen down and I've lost my tail.
3 comments:
That sucks that you have to move. As someone who has moved every year for the last five years, I feel your pain.
So that means you're pro at moving. Wanna come help??? :D
I find it doesn't matter how much you isolate yourself. If you're going to be distracted, you're going to be distracted. And with me, I find that the more daunted I am with a particular task, the more prone I am to being distracted.
I feel your pain.
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