Content?
Today I felt discontent. It's a familiar emotion, doubting myself and my ability to manage the daily, little challenges life frequently throws before my feet. Too often I find myself stumbling. And I think, this is so a small, insignificant matter and you can't deal with it. (Or at least not in a timely, orderly fashion.) You are pathetic.
It sucks me down. I become moody, depressed.
It costs me strength to remind myself that I do deal with them and solve my problems, that I move forward in my life and took every hurdle so far, even if I had to try more than once. Sometimes it isn't enough. My head knows it, but my gut doesn't and persists in telling me so.
[posted at 22:36 | Write a few words | Remember this]
Mood:
depressed