i told my friend daniel that i felt like writing tonight but i have no idea what i want/need to say. his blog is always an inspiration to me but he succeeds where i spin. his writing is focused and mine is a purging. i sit in front of this empty screen and try to give voice to the anxiety in my brain and the way my body fights and/or gives in.
tomorrow marks 10 months the bookstore has been open in the new location. mostly things are great. money is tight. the book business has changed. i'm looking for ways to make more money and stretch the dollars that come in. luckily the store pays for itself - it's paying me that's the current problem. as you can imagine, that fact is not an easy one for someone with, at times, debilitating anxiety.
my brother just called - he helps my anxiety though we had to talk politics. he opened with, "i'm not gonna talk long, but..." because he knows i tend to rant and rave. today and tomorrow are my days off so i hope to enjoy them and rest a little.
grace and peace
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