I was in a funk today. I was not happy about it but I guess it is what it is. Every goal felt so far away. Every small step felt like a marathon. I have been feeling out of touch with reality. I go through the motions but I don’t feel anything in my heart. I guess I have just been in zombie mode lately. It’s like something died inside of me. Like I lost at life. I also lost people I cared for along the way. I’ve done some damage that’s now out of my control Nothing can be undone, I know that, but lately the weight of those mistakes has been particularly heavy. Earlier, I felt like a failure even though I know I’m not. I was praying for a better mood, I was praying to find peace in that the sun will rise again tomorrow. I found a penny on my way home, and I forgot about my funk.
