and life stinks, withdrawing makes sense. Why would I willingly submit to chaos and mayhem? Well, yes I'm exaggerating for myself, but certainly people do exist in those circumstances.
And my own little world is wonderful. Yeah, right. Guess retreating into mental illness would be required for life to be ideal. Fantasizing about rocking in the corner, without awareness or concern, doesn't fix a thing. Pretty sure actually being mentally disconnected doesn't fix anything either. Said a few times, though, that I'd like an opportunity for a mental breakdown, but there's been no time for it.
SO here we are; life is what it is. Yep, that's my recurring theme. 'Cause I thought maybe it would be more remarkable than it has been.
So my life is pretty boring since I don't do anything. Need to do something. What will it be?
Things I actually could do: garden (well, maybe plant some things and tend them; it'll be a patch not a garden); cook (and probably eat it!); work out more regularly--I really do like water aerobics. Some people could do all those.
I know--re-establish my cabaret act--OK, now I am jesting. Some work in community theatre does not a career make and that was 40+ years, two marriages and two kids ago. Nope, that's not going to be it.
First step: go to aerobics class and stop contemplating my belly button. Actions speak louder than words.
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