It's gotten to the point where i'm so a flutter in the brainbox that i'm up then i'm down (thanks k. perry) i'm becoming upset then shrugging it off.. Like i'm tug-o-warring. They warned me this day would come. And it's fine, look i can literally snap into realistic thinking these days. This is a comfort for me.
I'm not wanting to be 'that' girl. Nor do i want to be acknowledged by the way i stand. Or whome i stand with. As humans we tend to rely on physicality and perception before even considering the inner gizzards. It's easier for us to comprehend. Understanding that if we give a 'compliment' when sincere, it will be the right thing to do and or say. When in reality we should find 100 other reasons to tip our hats and a pat on the back.
"We're all fighting our own battles."
promised myself i'd hit the pillow before midnight.
i'm sure tomorrow is going to be beautiful
things that have nothing to do with meals/food tomorrow that i'd like to do to satisfy my jitterbugs.
#Paint/Art up Shelf in room
#Organize for ***
#Puppy School write up for B's classes
#Morning Walk(do not obsess. Do not obsess)
#Find things to sell on ebay/market
#Package for BB Birthday
#Wait for Postman
#Grey Water Garden and Mushroom Patch
if you can tell, the only time i sit down and 'chill' is when i'm on the computer.
Urgh, all the emotions without the showing.
This is like a peacock dancing without his feathers.