The Bloody Doors Off

At least I’m realizing that I’m not at my best these past couple of weeks. Just wish I understood why.

Had ample time to write yesterday and didn’t. Took a small amount of effort to do so now.

Change is gonna come. I can feel it crawling over my skin. Change is coming. I’m trying to make it a positive thing. Just have to believe hard enough. But I’m afraid I won’t see it properly until it’s on me. That I’ll be focused so hard on looking for the signs that I’ll miss the exit and go right past it.

Went to VapeCon today and thankfully my friend Mollie was there to talk out what I was looking for (e-cig wise) and realized I didn’t need a new model especially with the sonic screwdriver mod already ordered. I’ve got new juice for the e-cigs, and some samples for a friend who wants to quit smoking. I was getting distracted by the shiny. Don’t need the shiny. Shiny gets me in trouble.

It just occurred to me the days are getting shorter. It’s 8:30 and it’s getting dark out. I had to check the news station because I thought a storm was rolling in. I feel like I’m under a cloud. I need to break it up and let the sun in. Hard to do living in the basement.

Gotta make a change. Gotta look up, way up.

Believe in me, because it’s not always easy to believe in myself.