The Anchor

Was in a pretty chirpy mood. I'd managed very well for a month by ignoring the difficult things I knew had to do eventually: two large bills and a third on the horizon, some unpleasant work to do, a couple of things I need to quit doing.

I'd kept myself happy by ignoring them and then this evening I check my email and reality is suddenly brought to the foreground once more. Dragging my mood down like an anchor. Damned reality. Which idiot would ever choose to live there =D

So there it is, these things need to be sorted, and sort them I will. As a result the next two months are probably not going to be pleasant. But as I've known from the outset, as soon as they are sorted, I'll be free of them. Damned procrastination... I'll be able to progress and leave them in the past, history allowed to gather dust. I've known this for 6 months but have suppressed the knowledge...

And as I was about to delve further into depression, a random song comes on which always makes me break into a broad smile. Unexpected as it was, I'll ride the happy feeling for as long as it lasts, just as I intend to ride the wave throughout the difficult period ahead of me.

=] x