It has long been that I have stopped trying to calm the storm, the storm blows with fury about me and while I try to calm myself waiting for it to blow itself out I find this process is not productive. And then I think back and wonder why the storm didn't blow in my favour. And then I chastise myself for staring down into the well of self pity. Self pity is never the route to productivity. But soon this storm will blow away.
Collaging together images from the news, or...I read that nothing beats hard work, but today the hard work beat me. It was mundane, it was monotonous, it was just how things go, how we are, how we have to get stuff done. But the stuff didn't get done so there was no satisfaction of saying I did that. Tomorrow I will do continue, hopefully to place a little order in this havoc.
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