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More Than Just a Chest Funk

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. Life seems to have caught up with me, and my usual optimism has been completely veiled by morose expressions and quick displays of frustrations. I think all I seem to say to people right now is, "I'm sorry. Ignore me. I have to work through this."

For four weeks, now, I've been sick with food poisoning, a cold, and some chest funk that WON'T GO AWAY. I can't run, and I so need to run. I can't sleep at night. Throw into that mix a breakup and a few unfortunate and quirky dates that have me wondering if there really are any decent men left.

Let me enjoy the darkness and solitude of the bottom for a bit. I'm restless and irritable here, but I'm here nonetheless.

Yesterday, while driving home along US27, I stopped on the side of the road to take some pictures. I've eyed this spot each time I've passed, and I finally stopped because I needed to do something a bit spontaneous. (And let's just say that my plan to stop and eat at every Taco Bell between Eustis and Fort Myers was a bit...um...filling.)

I'm a bit fascinated by the sign...broken and battered and laid bare for everyone to see.


I was also completely taken by the remains of the building, especially the chimney.


That little photo shoot seemed to cheer me up somewhat. I still need a little more time to process, and this might be a good thing. I've been writing. (My inspiration these days seems to be my favorite band from Spain, LORI MEYERS. Listen people, CHECK THEM OUT. You can find them on Youtube.)
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Christy said…
I love that sign and I really love that chimney! Glad you stopped to shoot.
And, you know, hey - I like to enjoy the bottomed-out place in myself a little now and then too. Wallow around in it and when it's time to get up, you'll know. And you'll do it. Because you can.
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