Mind

I worked today. I was happy that I was productive for most of the day. Having some kind of a focus does feel good. I have a lot on my mind. There is of course the never-ending job stuff. There are a couple of important phone calls that I have yet to make. There is the guilt trip my mom set off last week that has been bothering me on and off, something she does very well. And there is a possible trip I need to make a decision on soon. Sigh. I wish I have sound solutions to them all. The more I want to run away or not think about them, the moodier and antsier I get. Mind is a strange thing. One minute you can feel your best, the next you can drag yourself down, feeling absolutely hopeless about everything.