Saturday evening

So what is the problem, anyway? Why can't I seem to come here on a more regular basis? Better yet, why can't I settle down to just one blog, and be done with it?! Enough of this jumping around all over the place...focus, focus, focus. No wonder I feel scattered and uneasy. My blogging habits are just one sign of how jagged my life has become. Been laid off for a week now, and I'm already discouraged. Good God, what is my problem? Well, yelling at myself hasn't done much good, so I think I'll spend a little more time in reflection and a lot less time giving myself hell. Hmmm, good idea. I feel better already, a sense of resolve or something. Can't really say what, just knowing that I'm not going to accept any more (well, not as much) crap from myself makes me feel a bit more hopeful. I know that the perfect job is out there waiting for me...I may have even found it and just don't recognize it for what it is yet. Now there's the operative word in all this...YET. Seems I've heard that somewhere before, a bunch of times, in fact. Whew, I do feel relieved to know that I can still convince myself that all is not lost, the world isn't coming to an end, the sky is NOT falling. A handy little skill that I had lost track of somewhere along the way, and one that I need to take out and dust off a little more often. Thanks, I needed that!