Down the Rabbit Hole

Thunderheads

The view outside my office window has suddenly darkened and I find myself curiously cheered by the gathering thunderheads and the deep grumbling of an approaching summer thunderstorm. The dog is asleep at my feet and I'm reluctant to sign off the computer without, at least, attempting to write something. My efforts at remaining active in my writing have been miserably substandard lately. I've been feeling detached, apart from my own life for days now. Even during my recent weekend break, I didn't feel as if I was entirely myself. I don't think its all jitters about the wedding or about meeting my mother-in-law, or concern about my family or work stress, but a combination of all those things and more, this anxiety, this ever-present feeling in the pit of my stomach that something in my life is just not right. I'm hoping a upcoming visit from an old college buddy will help me find my footing. Aside from keeping me in the fun and laughter, she also has a way of explaining me to myself...in her own insightful and blatantly obvious way. For now, I'm looking forward to driving through sheets of driving rain and dark skies split by silver bolts of lightening...seriously. Perhaps I can even manage to attempt some real writing tonight.