The Litter Box Trials – The Struggle Continues

Being grateful is exhausting. Really. I’ll admit I didn’t put forth as much effort as I should’ve in October. Not that it was a wash, quite the contrary. I did some soul searching and feel very grounded; it’s a very ‘my-destiny-is-in-my-hands’ kind of feeling.

Also, I’ve decided that there is nothing wrong with complaining. I have to let that stuff out. I can’t hold things in or they fester and ferment and leave me with a spoiled and smelly soul that even bleach can’t clean. So it’s best if I say what’s on my mind, even if it is complaining and is not conducive of a grateful mindset. The trick is to rein myself in before I gallop away on a full-blown tangent. Just a small outburst. Just a few choice words. Then move on. Still working on the moving on part.

Now that it’s November, the entire country will be hopping on the grateful train. And since people, myself included, are sheep, it should be a little easier to maintain a grateful mindset. I am grateful for the important things in my life. My family, our health, my home. I don’t take these things for granted. It’s the rest of life that gives me trouble.

November Book Recommendation. The 5th Wave.

The 5th Wave

The 5th Wave

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16101128-the-5th-wave

Excellent read about the human condition.

Monday Morning

Have you ever just woken up one day and felt completely and utterly disenchanted with life? Not your own life per se, just life in general. Optimists would say life is what you make it. I’m sure they’re right. Just not today. Today you’re giving yourself permission to be miserable and hate everyone and everything, down to the sadistic ants who feasted on your meaty flesh last Friday night at your son’s football game.

It’s not you, it’s me. Really. It’s me and my anger and my annoyance and my inability to just follow the crowd and drink the damn Kool Aid. If there were a pill, I would take it. If there were some changes to be made, I would make them. Who am I kidding? Probably not and definitely not today. But maybe. Maybe one day, some day.

Stop this life. Stop this world. Stop this madness and insufferable noise that goes on and on and on. Not out there, but in here. Always in here. But nothing ever stops. Life continues to be what you make it; I continue to make it something I wish it weren’t. ‘The cards are in your hands,’ she said. ‘You’re the problem now,’ she said.

I know.

If you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mind.