Today I cried for no reason. Not no reason at all, I suppose. But not reason enough to cry. I wasn’t even crying over some thing, I was just tired, stressed, overwhelmed, underwater.
As I read my blog subscriptions through RSS, I hesitate with my mouse and skip over writing journals like Neil Gaiman’s. I don’t want to be reminded that I’m not writing.
Mostly, I think, I need to remember that life is life and even when it’s better it’s work. And after making good decisions it’s still hard. And that doesn’t mean you haven’t chosen well. Or that you’re on the wrong path.