It is hard to believe that only around 40 hours have passed since everything started. And about 36 since my world fell apart, again. Feels a lot longer actually. I spent yesterday in a daze, today I am coherent and doing things.
Feels like it is a never ending cycle of starting over. No sooner do I get settled in one place, and admittedly bored senseless, than I am uprooting myself and starting over. New people, new places, new things and feeling like I am barely treading water. It’s disconcerting, scary and just plain anxiety ridden.
I’ve been down this road many times before. I have handwritten diaries, soft copy diaries, blogs, and all sorts of fodder out there for all and sundry to read. Here I am again trying to make sense of a world that just doesn’t make sense to me on most days.
Life is a little like an undefined neurosis.