It’s been a rough week for personal relations. A strangely rough week. For reasons I can’t seem to explain — it’s not a full moon — acquaintanceships, friendships, and workships have been hard and stressful lately.
The situation was apparently more than my unconscious could resist, because it joined the party by concocting some wacko dreams to render me confused and sleep deprived.
[Although the one in which Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio FINALLY admitted they love each other and decided to start over together was rather entertaining.]
[Until they sent a flood to destroy New York City, and I found myself stranded on top of a skyscraper. That was a little tense.]
Today dawned warm. Walking to work, I wore the sunglasses that make me feel like Cate Blanchett in I’m Not There, and I thought, Well, this has sucked. And somehow, that simple statement, which wasn’t a self-chastisement nor an excuse, made me feel better. It grounded me in the humanity of not succeeding all of the time. It cheered me with the celestial gift of it’ll suck less next time.
I’ll be spending the long weekend sorting things out, sunglasses on.
What are you up to?