Confused thoughts of where I am. Mental lists.
Bland – tempestuous
Depths – heights
Glaciers – volcanoes …
My mood swings in time to my chosen opposites.
Unhappy at work, unhappy with my accommodation, my health is not good.
I come to conclusions. Get healthy and energy will follow. Energy to find a new job. A new job with better pay and conditions. Get healthy and energy will follow. Energy to find the right accommodation for me and my pets.
I become. I listen to my soul. I listen to my heart. My soul wants things to improve. My heart wants to lift from the gloomy and depressed circles of words. I want to move from down and dark, to up and light.
I become. I strive for the up-beat, the better life, the brightness in all things. I come to a conclusion. However deep I may go, I am an optimist. Depression lurks. Constantly it is pushed aside, by the Pollyanna within, who knows …
“The sun’ll come out tomorrow!”