New revelations came to light last week while researching the article I’m attempting to compose and write. Some of the information I previously thought to be true is in fact, not. That is always a bit disconcerting.
And right on time, my family has been a huge distraction, which has left my mood quite angry and powerless. I can’t write when I want to put my fist through a wall. When I feel that negative I tend to sit for long periods in quiet solitude listening to music, while mentally putting the pieces back together that have caused the distress – it’s sort of a self-healing technique; the acceptance of reality and that situations do not always unfold as I believe they should. There really is no justice in the truth even in personal circumstances.
I hope I can finish the article this week, but I’m making no promises. Every time I do something always seems to thwart my efforts.