The Last of Those Bad Thoughts Are Finally Out

 

A few nights ago, I went for a visit to the Mothership and had a strange dream. I was trying to clean out a house that was full of crap. Every time I'd make some headway and clear some space, more junk would appear as if from no where. For the first time in a long time, I remember everything about my dream.

I got to thinking on it and I realize that while my house isn't full of clutter, my mind appears to be. Sometimes, I find myself exhausted, not by physical exertion, but from thinking. Or more specifically, over thinking. My mind can be a very crowded place. Pieces of stories, bits of worry, smidgens of sweet-fuck-all floating around unchecked haven't left a lot of room for peace and quiet. I lay down at night and find myself unable to fall asleep for an hour due to swirling, circular thoughts.

All this detritus also doesn't make for a very focused and functional life. But, I'm working on it. I'm going to keep on trying to clean out my head to try and find a bit of space, a bit of breathing room.

I've also been a bit remiss in my Man Candy duties. And, for that I'm truly sorry.
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