Fell face-first into “poor me” today.
The leavings of pity are dripping off my chin.
That’s a foul smear of selfish on the bridge of my nose.
I think I chipped a tooth on my utter ungratefulness.
After a blog-less yesterday spent in the land of Blah, the faceplant is particularly wretched. The loss of my 17-year old muse still sours my best efforts of almost everything. But…
Though I struggle, I still survive.
And where there is survival, there is also a smile to be had, even if it’s caked in “poor me” muck like today.