Sanity in a bottle

Life has been pretty fucked up for this week. For the last few weeks, it has been an emotional roller-coastal; sometimes things seem ok, sometimes it’s frustrating.

Currently, I am trying to maintain sanity on my own. I have quite given up on confiding in friends. When solutions are quick, friends are rather patient with you. When it’s a long-term problem, it’s really hard to ask for more patience.

I took up jogging. Part of the reason is to have an outlet for excess negative energy. Brisk-walking is good too, though I am tickled by the various awkward movements. What butt sways and twists, ha! I am not a natural with it. Now that I am desperate for an outlet, who cares for ladylike movements!

I jog at 8am, I jog at 8pm, as and when I need. Tonight I will jog again. Maybe during the quiet jog, I can sort out some of my thoughts.

Last month I started blogging. In fact, it has been therapeutic for me too. A bit of recording, archiving, a bit of retrospection, and hopefully, a bit of future planning in the process. Some answers from myself, and probably some feedback from others. It’s fun to read about others too; inputs from all sorts of issues. I felt enriched when I know more.