Life is a puzzling thing at times. Gray days, and frozen lakes have been getting me down. It always surprises me how much the weather affects my moods. There are plenty of things for me to do, but I don't seem to have the will power to do them. I will have to dig deep to muster the courage to keep going. Not that I would cease to exist, but sometimes I feel like I am only a shadow of myself. Sometimes I feel as though I will simply float away, or become a statue. These conflicting emotions keep me occupied enough not to go completely insane. I read alot, and find great comfort in books; both fiction and non. Perhaps I find it easier to live in a book, than I do in reality.
On a slightly humorous note, I went to get my hair trimmed on Monday, and met with disaster. I was angry for quite awhile. I loved my other hair cut, I just wanted to get rid of the split ends. Perhaps I am too attached to my hair, to the point of vanity. I haven't always liked my hair, but I do now. So my pride was wounded. Plus, my former haircut was done in Switzerland by a friend, and I wished to keep it as a memento to brighter times. Now I will have to go get it fixed. Wish me luck.
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler...Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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Life is puzzling, Becka (is this your name?) I'm intrigued by your Swiss connection. Do you have family there?
I listened to your more recent post, Xavier Naidoo, his song in German, which I can barely understand but enough to recognize the notion that everything can be done better. Great stuff. Thanks. I look forward to visiting you again.
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