Day 1317

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Racquetball was tough this morning.  Dorian was back and we played horribly, losing every game. The rest of the day took on an anguished, defeated feel.  I have days like this every so often, a gripping feeling of despair and lack of hope.  It usually only lasts a day and when I'm aware of it, I take things real slow and only focus on the day at hand.  I refuse to feel overwhelmed, even though that's the feeling that always comes up, a wave of helpless defeat I have no control over.  The trick is to spin the negative words so that the perspective is different.  It takes so much energy to remove myself from this negative state. I survived the day and look forward to tomorrow.

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