I’ve run into so many shit-filled donuts this year that I almost can’t stand to make a decision or try anything new because I’m afraid of the shit filling and I just don’t have the stamina to cope with shit filling right now. So I’m stuck. I’m depressed. I fear the very novelty I crave.
I have actually made a lot of positive choices to remove the excess chaos and novelty from my life, but where is the balance? And why, when I try new things, does life keep sending me the evil donuts.
I don’t know. I can’t control it. That much I’m resigned to. I just hate spending days feeling resigned.
Oh hold on now…shit donut revelation: I’m feeling anxious about making decisions about what to do next. When I was busy living by the seat of my pants and blowing around with the wind, I didn’t have to make decisions. The shit-donuts are a mere distraction…they are real, but they are a distraction. And all I keep thinking about is the shit donuts.