Inside My Mind

This early November morn I am more distressed, confused, perplexed and frustrated than usual. In some aspects, life could not be running more smoothly. Yet...there is that gnawing, that nagging, that phobic mindset that wonders if there is something amiss.

My clusters continue to act up with the intensity which has earned the nickname of "suicide headaches". Anything including death would be more desirable than the constant agony of a brain writhing in pain.

Today should be the day I receive the information and the ability to activate wireless/cellular accounts for $39.95. This should prove to be a business success story in the cornfield.

The frost may be on the pumpkin as one of our most famous Hoosier poets, James Whitcomb Riley, once penned...but fall in Indiana also can be both a time of autumn romp and the gray of impending winter's icebox. The chill provides perfect reason to snuggle, to cuddle, for romance to bloom. It also often increases the doldrums, the blues, the malaise which leads to an increase in depression and want to withdraw from society.

My first cup of coffee on this morning is becoming cold. Time to warm the java is at hand. Time to push myself to move on, ignore the pain, push aside the doubts, the insecurity. Focus....