Spring shall come soon. Cabin fever perhaps is getting the best of me. That and I think everyone has a breaking point, mine of which I am nearing. It's a self inflected wound. A chaotic life to distract from a lonely one has become counter productive. In the sense that I am no longer superwoman. Not that I ever was, but I seemed to be able to juggle more balls in years past. The normal drama ball is also larger than past, plus adding one for relationships, and not to mention college. Then the main ones...single parenting, working, volunteering here and there, etc etc etc. Fear of failing, fear of losing, and fear of never getting 'THERE" ...those fears are scary. They don't consume me, but accompanied by frustration, they gain power. When is the day coming when I can skate smoothly? I am ready...with open arms. I just want peace. Happiness. Contentment.
I worry I am not good enough.
Jaded?
Or just tainted?
A dirty little secret?
Normal or abnormal, there's no explanation, no reason to explain or elaborate without it sounding minimal. Other than lack of sleep, plus lots of stress and pressure, equate to someone being slightly down. Not on the outs, just blah. Tired of the rat race.