What can I tell you? Sometimes I have something to say and sometimes I don't, although in either case I have no trouble running my mouth.
I have some increasing peace of mind. I am walking through it. I am soldiering, trudging, slogging. Sometimes it's a walk in the park and sometimes it's a grim death march.
I did not sign up for the bad shit. The bad shit is highly overrated. I could do without the bad shit even though I know I get nowhere without it.
There are no bad things, only growth opportunities.
Why did I surmise I would react to something in a certain way? I'm lucky if I can find my car keys half the time. I'm going to parse a complex emotional response to a life-changing event?
I have spent a week - a holiday week, true 'dat, with only four business days, but still - not prodding and poking at any governmental organizations or large financial concerns. Part of my reasoning is that I have taken a number of steps toward resolution and I need to wait for a response. The other part is that I couldn't face the bastards again. They will not win but they have worn down my resolve. Temporarily. My inactivity has been met by a stony silence.
I don't have anything to write about if I'm not outraged at my misfortune.
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