Little Comets – His Thunder
It is all very distressing to be tossed about on a stormy sea of anxiety and stress about tomorrow, next week, next year and the distant future. It’s especially difficult when nostalgic rocky thoughts of yesterday and last year stick out through the waters offering to sink you down into the quiet and calm where you don’t have to worry too much.
I’ve been a bit all over the place this last week or two (thus the sluggish blogging) but my housemate recently pointed out that I get particularly unhappy when I have washing up to do. Far worse if I have an essay that needs attention. The answer, at least for me, is not to hide away and wait for the storm to blow over but to get out there and do whatever mindless and boring task is waiting for you to pin it down and tear its head off.