Went to see mom this evening and commiserate with her about my sister – who is up and down and all around. My sister’s dentist told her she needs psychotherapy. There you have it – when the dentist is telling you this – hmmm. My mother, on the other hand, is exhausted from a full-time stressful job with an hour commute each way – she’s 71 – it’s ridiculous. But nurses are quitting daily because like carpenters, they are in high demand, and so they are all in high diva mode – really galling.
In the meantime, I’ve had a wistful day – I’m convinced a tired mind sees everything with a taint on it – and today I saw the world through a lens that had “woe is me” written all over it.
A friend writes about my stubborn way and reminds me of the advice I give others and I think – ah – you can dish it out, but you can’t take your own advice. True enough. Sometimes you think if you just keep working at something it will be come clear to either stop or advance – it’s the grey areas that always throw me – you move through this liquid jello and never really get a clear idea if the light is red or green – just some mustardy yellow haze that retards the brain.
Time for sleep – perchance to dream – and start all over again tomorrow morning.