I need a pop-top lid. Then I could take my brain out, give it a really good cleaning, and put it back.
I am just frustrated because I really don't know what's best any more. Reach out? Keep the distance? Voice my emotions? Stay the course? Be nice? Be real? Be blunt? Be on my way? Maybe I'll just think about it some more.
Finding my own path is an arduous task and it makes me wish I didn't think so much. I suppose that the next time someone asks me what my hobbies are, I'm going to list 'thinking' as my top pastime.
Today has found me fussy. I'm not at my best when I'm fussy.