It’s not a miracle cure, but it helps take the edge off while everything settles down.
Some days call for determination.
Other days call for patience.
Today required both.
The lawn is greener than it was yesterday.
Missy is still convinced she’s the Neighborhood Welcome Committee.
And I’m still moving forward, one careful step at a time.
Gravity still sucks.
But so far, I haven’t let it win.
I feel uneasy today. There’s no clean reason for it, which almost makes it worse. Just one of those low-grade, background feelings like something’s off and I can’t quite tune it out.
Maybe it’s the constant noise of the world lately. Maybe it’s politics creeping in again—hard not to notice when names like Donald Trump keep circling the conversation whether you invite them in or not. But if I’m being honest, it’s probably not just one thing. It’s everything stacked together.
It feels like standing in a room that’s just slightly tilted. Nothing is falling over… but you know it could.
Mentally, I’m pacing today. Physically, I’m here—working out one way or the other. Doesn’t have to be pretty, just has to happen. Movement over mood.
Hash oil shipment is in. Just need to pay and pick it up—maybe this afternoon. A small mission on the board.
“In time, Padawan… in time.” Even Yoda had to remind people to slow down and trust the process.
So that’s the plan today: stay grounded, get the body moving, handle what’s in front of me, and not go chasing every uneasy thought that shows up.
No heroics required. Just execution.
Let’s see how this one plays out.
It’s My Life 