Friday, August 29

Pull me out of the aircrash. Pull me out of the lake.

It's been a difficult week.
When things don't go your way, it's very easy to find yourself being groped and mauled by negativity.
Things get tainted. Expectations get blackened. The day becomes tattooed all black and grey. And the worst thing of all, is when it takes all of your strength to keep chalking in that line. The line that draws a circle around you, defending all the goodness in your life against the dark and the ominous. Against the sinister and wicked.

I'd be lying if I said it had all been doom and gloom.
It hasn't.
And things can and will get better.

7 parlez:

Fern said...

and then you write a damn fine blog post..

I'm no musician, but I hear music with your words here.

Duck said...

At least your circle is built for two not one these days.

And very fine writing, as Fern says.

Cat said...

They will. Keep the faith.

orangefrute88 said...

i think this past week was one of the worst ever. your summary is very poetic, however, and that's a good thing, right?

bedshaped said...

Thank you.
Seriously, thank you all very much just for saying something nice.

Joe said...

Ditto to the above, things will get better.

bedshaped said...

Thanks joe. I really hope so.