It’s Saturday Sunday(!) again, and as always, time seems to have flown by since my last Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. Time for a new one (with a new prompt I daren’t use here[against the”rules” this week, you see])… especially since this week isn’t my WeWriWa post week and I missed my Wednesday WIPpet too.
Mostly I’ve been running away into an imaginary world created by Victoria Thompson in her Gaslight Mysteries novels. Why I’ve been running? Life has been… interesting lately. Not bad-bad-bad, but more emotionally difficult than I needed right now.
It’s my propensity for chasing after windmills and trying to fix problems that aren’t my own.
There are times I’d like to trade places with those that I am helping, to be the one receiving the help and not offering, not feeling obliged to give it. And I do feel obliged… not so much because I was asked to help (oddly, I’m less inclined to help when I am asked as when I sense a need and am not).
Eh… I shouldn’t dwell on the crazy. It’s almost a new week and, deals with God not withstanding, I don’t have to keep going this way. Don’t have to look back to know what I need to do to go forward at the moment… the path is clear (muddy, but clear). The moon is lighting it well…