Round, like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel. — Alan and Marilyn Bergman
This morning, I stayed in bed a bit longer than needed. Wide awake, I just lay there: motionless and contemplating the many thoughts whirling through the windmills of my mind.
Like everyone, I can have a bad day even without any good reason. This week, in spite of my efforts to stay positive, I’ve found myself in a world of hurt often. It seems that ANY reason pulls me into a downward turn. I am trying not to give into it — really I am. But the forces of gravity are strong.