Small irritations occupy my thoughts. Silly little things, that on any other day, I'd just leave alone. Hubby would say that I'm restless and ready to 'clean house' again, pushing the things that do not suit me, out of my life.
I have been bombarded with people lately, and it's wearing on my nerves. I am a contradiction. I am the most social antisocial person you will ever meet. I am ready to lock the doors and disconnect the phone. Yet, I am here, sharing with the masses.
I had hoped that writing would give me some clarity and focus, but this exercise has just made me more restless. I think I need to find a more physical release.