There are a lot of things I want to say. Work regarding my words is, I feel, egregiously being left undone. Forward progress I want to be making in my actual, passionate career simply is not happening.
I am physically capable, and mentally as well, but circumstances are such that I simply cannot say or do those things. Time, energy, and opportunity continue to be out of joint. And it’s kind of pissing me off.
My patience for excuses is pretty much expended. The queasy feeling in my guts is more perturbation than concern. I cannot and will not accept this state of being as the status quo. These are conditions under which I refuse to live as a matter of course.
When you get interference in your plumbing or electricity or entertainment vectors, you call for a repair person.
When you get interference in your life, it’s a bit more complicated. But the need is no less urgent.
So where’s my metaphorical pipe wrench? I’ve got some fixing to do.
