Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sunday is a time for . . . . . . . . .
Went to Parkers Creek this morning and as is usual it silenced me with its silence. Too many voices and shouting inside me lately - seems like this Spring the rise of brillance in new life is a bit overwhelming - almost in an audacious manner - like how dare you glum gus - take these blooming buds and popping flowers - try and avoid these - hah! Don't like that - huh? Want to keep that dumb old brown of Winter around do you? Well, I'll show you - pop, blam, wham be damned - way too many flowers and greens - overwhelming - just let me grump dammit. Stop all this positive crap.
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Sunday to me is suppose to be a day of rest. However, I usually relax in the morning only to delay and cause stress in the evening. Silly stupid patterns of self-defeat. Ugh, breaking them is a tough task.
I did get more done today than usual. Probably because I did some prioritizing. Cleaning. Grocery store.
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