I feel down. Really low. Like my life is a bit out of control. My insides are all messed up in knots. I don't live up to my own expectations. I don't live up to others' expectations.
How is it that one event, one stupid silly event, can cause me to get so down on myself? I wanted to write a New Years blog that was about promise and hope that this would be my year. I want to run away. I always want to run. The problem is that I can't run away from myself.
I'm 2 seconds away from driving west and watching the sun rise over the plains.
As that famous philosopher, Myron Cohen, once said; "Wherever you go, there you are." That phrase, "years from now you'll back on this and laugh," has a lot more meaning when you reach my age than it does at your age. You'll just have to wait about 50 years to find out the truth of that remark.
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