I'm struggling against the feelings of Life-Passing-Me-By blues. I'm not giving in, but I 'm not gaining much ground, either. Can't click "end game" and start over again for this life. But sometimes I wish I could at least back up and do a few things differently. I know that's not the answer, but can't help thinking how good that would be. There's a lot of things I would wipe from my mind and my psyche if I could, too. Things that can make me feel heavy and trapped.

I shouldn't be dwelling in this.  Shouldn't be listening to the negative judgements of myself in my head. Hm. I'll go on as always, and maybe get better at this life. By the time I die, maybe I will have learned enough to benefit me in the next. Wo. That is still melancholy. Part of me says, I'm not that melancholy person sitting glassy-eyed in her doldrums. Part of me says, yes, that's where I am right now. I'll get up in a minute. Just give me a minute. I'll come around. I always do.