’Yes, It’s still January” — The email header from my daily Flipboard Culture mailing list. Which is true.

There is much noise that surrounds my everyday processing. My inernal clock is failing, I do not have vision or any semeblence of clarity in considering career, value, worth, reltaionships. All does NOT seem lost, I do not feel the despair, or the confusion, or the uncertainty, I am simply head-conscious of my inability to do so. It feels like a step below. Day, probably 18 or 19 of feeling this way, below the waters, though I could very well be wrong about that estimation. It’s sitll January, is a message of hope ringing in an abundance of deep ocean waters. Not a me

Catching up and the sense of ow

I feel lots of Deja Vu now.