Been dealing with serious monkey mind. Practiced yoga the other day and that helped, but I need to get out of the house in order to write. There are too many distractions here at home. It does not help that I’m trying to simplify the house and so my eyes are constantly surveying things around the house that need to be picked up, organized or disposed of.
In the end, what does it matter? What does any of this matter?
Perhaps I need to stop reading the news. It’s getting me down.
I’m fortunate to have a beautiful family. Willey and I are both employed. We have a home. We have a great dog. Things are wonderful.