It’s Just One Cotton-Picking Bad Day - But It’s Telling Me Something

Some days I have lots of thoughts rambling around in my head. The biggest challenge is picking them apart and deciding which one or two deserves space in my head so I can give the other thoughts the boot. Writing helps. After writing the first few sentences of this post, those little intrusive thoughts that only stress me out and divert my focus withered away. The thought worthy of keeping is health related…I’ve had knee problems since I was a kid. And now, my knees are apparently arthritic. Even on good days, walking isn’t as easy as it once was. I’ve done pretty darn good the past week and a half helping Auntie M and handling the post-tornado necessities. But today… just sucks. I took the trash to the end of my campsite and dumped my porta-potti and portable gray water tank and it about did me in. Now I’m sitting here feeling like it’s the end of the world when it’s only one cotton-picking bad day out of umpteen good days! Maybe this feeling is trying to tell me something…If a…