Does anyone know if there are records kept on wind? It seems to me that for the last two years in New England, we have experienced more windy days than I can ever remember.
You can always tell when my blood sugar is off when I have many typos in my posts and comments.
People are always attracted to people that make them feel comfortable, at ease, and make them laugh. No one likes a curmudgeon....and that's what I feel like. A walking, talking bummer.
Buddhism states that life is like riding in a cart with square wheels. The eightfold path is the Buddhist Rx for smoothing out the ride.
My current employment and financial status has tried to humble the proud Leo.
I feel like getting in a fight.
I cry in secret.
Two things that I thought I would never have;
2) enemies or people I no longer associate with. My open mat has disappeared
There is a new book, "American Gospel : God, the Founding Fathers, and the Making of a Nation" that I want to read. I loved 1776. My favorite authors were James A. Michener and Wilbur Smith.
I was born, it seems, with an agoraphobic nature. My earliest memories are anxious ones. I have come a long way. No one would ever guess what lies beneath. On a Taoist forum recently, I was discussing this and stated that I can fly with a couple drinks and a .50mg Xanax. One person stated that they were "sad for me". I was insulted. I was born this way and I've overcome much. Well, Fuck you! I'm sad for me too. Perhaps that is the problem.
Did I say that I want to get into a fight?
The odd thing is, if I find another job that utilizes my talents and one that provides well, I will feel better on so many levels. Does this mean that my state of mind is determined by life's circumstances? I used to think not. I was at peace, acceptance, yielding to obstacles. It would appear that I lost much more than I thought possible when I lost my job. I'm insulted by that too. If I spring back once things are better, does that mean I'm a fake?