Head Over Feet

This weekend has been surreal to be sure. My actual weekend started on
Wednesday night when my car broke down. I didn’t get it back until the
end of day Friday. It was the water pump.I got the work done for free from
a suggestion from “chuckles”. Let it never be said that something as simple a
phone call can’t get that ball rolling a little faster.

As many of you may know, I have been in an uphill struggle to hold onto a
relationship with my girlfriend of 2 years. Thursday was both the pinnacle &
low point thrust into an abyss. Now comes the point in my life to grieve and
rebuild the wreckage. I visited with friends, talked things over with my sages and
came to the same conclusions.

I must move on. I must be strong. I will survive.

Friday sucked emotionally.
I had dinner with the Greens. Hung out with the kids. Stayed grounded.

I went to the Fiesta del Sol in Solana Beach on Saturday. It was grey & overcast.
“June Gloom” for those San Diegans that know. Which is actually the way I felt anyways.
Went to dinner with “spork” on Saturday night, watched a movie & met “mare” & “kd”
@ the Waterfront. I think Molly Hatchet was the cover band.

Sunday was a day to concentrate on me.
Some shopping. Some driving. Some thinking.
I know what I need to do. Stopping myself is another matter.
No matter what the brain says the heart works independently.

"I keep telling myself not to torture my psyche but it doesn’t listen."