Quietude

There's an empty billboard in South Boston, by the South Bay Center that someone has spray painted. The message reads, "War Is An Unnatural Disaster."

Today, I feel like an unnatural disaster. A huge shakeup has turned my entire world upside down, and I'm still trying to figure out how I will get back on to steady ground. I thought nothing worse could happen than the mess that began in November, and well, never say never, because worse is happening.

If I look at the glass half-full, I can remind myself that I have (most of) my health, a good husband, and friends to turn to for support. If I look at the glass half-empty... sometimes the best looking option is to jump in front of a subway train.

How did I get myself into this? I'm beginning to think I'm seriously naive and a bad judge of character. I'm walking through a dense fog, or some parallel existence where I can see the normal world, but I can't bring myself to say I'm a part of it.