Number 100

Welcme to the 100th post for the second time.

Last nights post was a little mean and overly verbal.  I removed it because although I was so frustrated with the day it wasn't necessary to keep those awful thoughts. It's difficult to feel that I still am working so hard at being the best person I can be only to come up short.  No, that's a lie, I don't always try really hard but yesterday I did and I swallowed a lot of unfairness and a lot of frustration and I don't feel better for it. I have no knowledge of how to easily let go. I usually just fill in with other things until the hurt either dies from lack of energy or ages and falls away on its own.

I decided to delete it and move forward today.

How interesting that I've blathered on 100 times. One other person reads this so its not like I've got far reaching themes but sometimes, you just like to throw things out there. I read a blogger who writes once a week and I wonder if he thinks deeply and edits and spends the week in it or if he just sits down as I do and fling words out there. It sounds more like he really spends some time considering his words.

Should I do that?  Probably. But I'd rather go sew now.