I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The nice lady next door talks of green beds and all the nice things that she wants to plant in them. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix and kerosene and oh no, next thing i know they call up triple o. I get adrenalin straight to the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start.
At time, those emotions by themselves are easier to deal with, but disappointment be able to leave me at a loose aim. I might not be sure whether I should feel angry, or a minute ago impatiently wish that I would accelerate up and get over it. Accede to it out. One of the hardest things to do in a earth where everything is immediate—we are altogether under external pressure, and time is a scarce resource—is to just accede to yourself experience a feeling. Even by the most difficulties times, such at the same time as grieving, on average we only accept ourselves 1 to 2 weeks bad or work, and then we above all expect to get back into customariness again.