That pretty much sums up the last couple of months of my life. Nothing horrible has happened. I am not dying, at least that I know of. But my life has been in utter chaos for a couple of months.
I am really trying hard to be detached, but failing miserably. I worry. I worry constantly. I want to just “let go and let God.” But that has not worked out too well for me in the past. But the alternative is fighting the wind and that too is futile.
I am tired. Not sleepy tired, just soul tired.
I feel old.
I send up the only prayer that I can: