I've felt so off lately.
My health has been iffy, my mind has been scattered, work has been slow, and I've felt... off. Ominous, almost. Like something with the universe is not right or something is poised to be really bad and I can't pinpoint it. I'll literally walk into a room and scan it, waiting to discover some sort of catastrophe, ranging from cat puke on the floor to the roof caving in. It's an awful, nagging feeling that something's about to go horribly wrong and I'm not a fan.
Maybe because things have been so good lately that it's simply time for them to take a downward turn? I'm going to blame this funk on Mercury (in pisces, which may forever leave a bad taste in my mouth) and try not to dwell on it.
I planned to spend tonight soaking my creaky bones in the hotel hot tub, but when I checked the pictures and noticed a pool, I neglected to check to see if it included a hot tub.
It doesn't.
It's too cool and windy to enjoy it the beach mere blocks away, so instead I'm enjoying some wine and a face mask within the confines of a hotel room. All in all, not a terrible trade-off.
Spent last weekend in a balancing act of celebrating Calvin's 6th birthday and reading poetry at Nicole's gravesite. Such a contradiction. Maybe that's contributing to this funk.
Also contributing may be the recent financial inflexibility. It sucks having to tighten the purse strings and I haven't felt like I've had to do this in a long time. Considering taking a weekend job just until I feel flush again.
I know everything works out the way it should, but I'm not feeling confident in any of the decisions I'm making lately.
Come on, universe. Start talking to me again.
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