I feel an odd sense of foreboding. The run up to the weekend, the unusual level of work stress, the heightened sensitivities for anything and everything....not in and of itself so alarming, but cause for concern. It feels like I am running alone on a long road, having to sustain myself mile after mile. Sometimes I am so grateful for the room to breathe, cry, sing...then there are the sudden moments when the bottom drops out and the horizon seems to go on and on, and on with no end.
I know it's temporary, it always is. I know I just need to stay on rhythm, with the steady gait, listen to the tunes and believe the finish comes soon. I need to believe there is a purpose beyond mere endurance. I want to hope someone cares.
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