Discontentment shakes my shoulder at night. Wake up, it whispers. Think about how you wish were. Focus on your unrealized dreams, your too tight jeans, what you miss, what you hunger for… Most nights I wrestle loose from these thoughts by focusing on things I’m grateful for; the snoring man beside me, loyal and true,…… Continue reading Inconsolable Longings and Stretchy Pants
I feed my face rather than face my feelings, check out of life and check into TV and social media to escape the madness and the loneliness.