"Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know."
-Catherine Fisher
Sitting here, on this dark, perfectly dreary, All Hollow's Eve I can hear the tiny droplets of a cold rain against my bedroom window, and for the first time in weeks actually not want to curse this house of horrors in which I've been dwelling. I can tell you since my September post, things have not let up. I'm still trying to stay on top of my to-do list, whilst doing my regular chores like a good little girl, all the while constantly lamenting how little time I have to do the things I actually want to do ... A running theme this year, for sure, and one that makes me sound (if not feel) like a complete and spoiled brat. It's not that I have a heft aversion to responsibilities, I'm just tired in every possible sense of the word, and discouraged, and finding myself frustrated more often than not. Every project of late has turned into something as stupid (-er, -est) as possible ... And I'm not even a person that likes that language. I have really no use for negative self-talk (though I may joke here), and I don't like framing my life, or events in it in such Debbie Downer ways, but sometimes it just is what it is (speaking of phrases I hate!) and there's not much to do about it but trudge through.
I think I'll spend the rest of the night snuggled up, have a few pieces of Halloween candy, count the blessings I do have (I mean, I'm still alive and kicking and that's gotta count for something!), maybe set a few intentions, and if I've got any time left over, pray hard for the longest, dullest, most uninteresting Winter imaginable. I've never been this desperate for boredom in my entire life ...
Take care, Boils & Ghouls!
xoxo
