A Kick in the Rumpus

I have no idea whether I should post this in my therapeutic thoughts or in my ordinary women slot since I assume it is a problem that most of us have faced at one time or another (and for me, it seems to cycle round to shoot daggers in my direction way too often for my own comfort). This IT is apathy. I feel like I need a boost . . a kick in the rumpus . . a shot in the arm . . a winning lottery ticket . . or manna from heaven. And yes, I am doing my "attitude of gratitude" at least during some portions of the day . . but I am so drawn to the sofa, to want to put my head under the pillows. I want to shop (but have no money), I want to create (but feel no exuberance) . . so at least I will share. I know that someone out there will be listening (as I am willing, too) . . and I want you to know that you are not alone. And tomorrow, I promise . . for me and for you . . I will put one foot in front of the other and smile at myself as I move away from the mirror of self in this sorry state and walk it off, talk it out, stick my hands in the dirt, and possibly pick up a crayon and draw a new pair of shoes for the creative path. Can't wait to meet you there . . I'll be listening for your footsteps.