the only thing to do is simply continueis that simpleyes, it is simple because it is the only thing to docan you do ityes, you can because it is the only thing to do
. . .
and surely we shall not continue to be unhappywe shall be happybut we shall continue to be ourselves
continues to be possible
Not quite, let me add. Not everything. But who am I to ask for more.
My mood is lousy, my health is rough, I am doing all the wrong things and for reasons I pretend I cannot figure out. So yes, another medium sized flare up, unexspected and believe me, I tried to ignore it. But tell that to the vestibular nerves, the clue lies in the term labyrinthitis.
Once I was a schoolgirl on exchange in a strange land, afraid to enter the maze at Hampton Court, when a kind soul explained that upon entering a labyrinth, all you need to do is move with your hand along the right side of the path, never let go, no matter how many twists and turns, and you'll find your way out.
This is me at the moment, holding on to the wall on my right as I move through the house, slapping it with my hand in anger and frustration. And no way out in sight. Certain people are avoiding me for good reasons and so on.
This will pass, we all know that. I wish I was a better
(Oh. And I am reading all your blogs and in another life, I would comment. Believe me.)