May has been a struggle to say the least.
I like to think I’m nearing the end of many storms. I’ve weathered some bad ones lately. Or maybe this is wishful thinking on my part.
I care too much about the wrong things and sometimes I don’t care enough about the stuff I should.
The older I get, the more cynical I become.
As this month stretches on, I’m going to do my best to stay patient with myself and everybody else.
I need to relax more. Sometimes I get so stressed and worked up.
Life is hard. Writing is too, but sometimes I’d rather be in a different world than this one.
For some reason, everything seems so much worse than it is. Perhaps I’m overthinking.
At least I’ve been writing well. But there’s still a long way to go on that front.
From here on out, I intend to keep calm and write on.