feeling lonely feeling small

How strange my days have turned, I don't ncessarily believe that "Murphy's
Law" has taken over my exterior self, but I am momentarly running from a black cloudover me. I enjoyed a few ticks of the tockw/my eldest son. I was indulged in an innocent tawdry fling. I have earned a little money build up. I even shared a peceful morning enjoying the blessing of an old friends companionship.

I have no general complaints, just one tiny glitch in my outlook, I have compromised my daily routine to make a bit of change. I know it takes time to pick yourself back up, but damn this time it's hard!! For Better or Worse, this time when I regain my indipendance, I refuse to allow myselfto be cared for again!!

There is no such a freedom as to have another person, tending to all my finacial, personal, and emtional physical needs. It make for the woman you are, to hide further away, and harder to regroup.

I am learning, but somtimes the pace I move doesn't feel up to my choosing.