totally perplexed with monday's rush. still thinking how i got it wrong. how i overlooked and let her down. for unknown reason i keep my spirits up but it has died down. this morning upon walking my usual route i was in a happy disposition. i saw branches of tree that i usually probe. few leaves have sprung. i surmise its the beginning of spring, which for me connotes a new hope. call me weird but upon seeing the fresh new leaves, it gave me a burst of hope to start the week. but as i come home - i feel uneasy, hungry and stressed. i open the door and it feels like hell (literally) *i realised i forgot to turnoff the heater and the dryer*
reruns gave me a slight uplift of my spirit. a wounded ego is the worse thing that can happen to me on a monday. but then again, its all my fault. i just wish i was able to fix what needs to be fixed. call me sensitive but its just the way i am. case closed.
