It’s been pretty good lately and then suddenly you see something, and…
Well, this time it kind of feels like it came on in a different way.
While I occasionally “hit a wall,” this one sort of built over a week’s time. The combination of all the efforts to get sleep, research WWII naval battles (for work), and in the process learn names and family stories, etc and seeing the U.S. Air Force Osprey crash in my old stomping grounds of Japan, well… then the VA sends an e-mail saying they need more info and to have me seen and evaluated by someone else before they can decide my claim… and now my mortgage company is hacked and I can’t get my payment in…. WTF… things have just snowballed and last night that snowball hit me. I’m tired.
No matter how it comes, I feel like the boat in the picture. Just a wreck - and cold.
I hate it. I hate me when it happens. I’m not pleasant to be around. I can see it and feel it, but just let it spill over and “happen.” Like “who cares,” or “whatever.”
Now I feel guilty. I ruined what could have been a couple good days with my wife, and for what? Things I can’t control. Or should I control them?
I know the answer. I think.
Writing it helps - or does it?
