Seems like you're always stuck in second gear.
When it hasn't been your day, or week, or month, or even your year...
Sometimes it surprises me how insightful something silly like the theme song for a sitcom can be.
This last week or so has been rough. Many unrelated circumstances that normally wouldn't cause me to bat an eye on their own, all converged at once making for a mess of girl. Sleeplessness, the loss of a beloved pet, family stress, stage crew, auditions, feelings of bitterness, inadequacy and doubt. Alone, they're nothing, but it's a hundred against one and I'm outnumbered.
I feel like butter spread over too much toast, to steal a simile, and I just want to fix it. So that I can get back to feeling like myself and, more importantly, so I can do a better job of being there for my friends who have things so much bigger than sleeplessness to contend with. What I need more than anything, is to realize that my problems are but a drop in a bucket and that there is something so much bigger going on here. I need to really See.
Tonight, I am in need of perspective.
