I am weary of all this. All this bustle, all this doing, all this responsibility, all these emotions, all these people. I am too tired to handle anything, everything seems enormously overwhelming. I am weary, and sick, and the phrase "word debt" has already started chasing itself around my head. (How on earth did I ever write a novel in thirty days before?)
Please, can I just lie on the couch? Don't ask me anything, don't tell me what I should do. I am tired of you, and really tired of myself. I can't shake a sense of guilt, of doubt. Am I doing this right? Should I even be worried about right and wrong at all?
I am trying to focus on these words:
"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
This is all my nonsense. I am trying to make it my old nonsense. Why does it keep recurring? I will say that I am more than ready to be done with this day.
1 comment:
Emerson didn't have to deal with traffic jams and anxiety media. If he did, he would have searched much farther than Walden Pond to get away from it all.
Ow, and trust, my Friday was worse that yours.....it really sucked.
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