Two long days in my head.
Arrived home from my trip and it was like California Valley fog immediately as I walked in the door.
My mind. My thoughts. The boulder, marble pillar in the center of my life, blocking me from everything, not necessarily talking me out of my life (in fact, most of the time I'm trying to talk myself into it), but keeping me too busy and confused to do a damn thing. I wonder if total exasperation is the only path to the wisdom of letting go. And I wonder how close I am to Total Exasperation.