Most days I feel like I got a relatively good hold on things that have to do with me life. The bills are finally being paid on time, the fur babies are all well taken care and some may say spoiled rotten. David and I aren’t in great health but we are doing most of the things prescribed for us to do.
I roll with the changes at work. I adjust to help while I can. I leave everyday knowing my people are cared for whether I am there or not.
Then fate or the universe throws a big blazing turd ball into our lives and it all gets thrown out of whack. So now it’s time to adjust again and I am, but a few things aren’t going as well as they should be and I am left trying to figure out what to do next. I feel like my hands are tied and I am having problems slipping the knots. I will eventually, but the process to get there makes me anxious and frankly a little ill.
I know baby steps. I am fucking baby stepping the shit out of my life. Lol. Somehow it will work, but how I am not sure yet.
