*yawns and stretches*
Gods, it's really hard to get my mind to focus anymore.
*shoots a wry look at no one in particular*
Well, I suppose it's best to start somewhere and I can't seem to get words out of my head easily ... spoken or written ... any more. So the important part is to try to start putting words on paper/screen even if it is just a basic conversation with myself about what I'm experiencing to begin with. I can get to writing content of actual value when the habit has been well established.
This blog is supposed to be about my spiritual journey.
Up until very recently, just staying alive and having a life was all the challenge I could handle. With the easing of the hypoxia, thinking is so much easier. However, there is permanent damage as a result of the prolonged oxygen deprivation so it's going to take time to sort out what and figure out workarounds to keep me moving forward.
*sighs and reminds self to look on the bright side*
Bright side?
*snerks as thoughts of the last 3 years whiz quickly through the space between their ears*
Right ...
I guess what I mean is to try to harness positive energy without giving up.
Bit tougher right now after the shenanigans that went on with the Port Alberni property. That was not a fun experience ... I am not pleased at how that turned out. While we're never going to be able to prove misconduct on the part of the seller's realtor because what she did isn't technically wrong or illegal ... just mercenary and dishonest ... even my own realtor is actually angry. So I know it's not me just being sour and overreacting when I say it stinks like 4 day old fish.
Everything lined up far too neatly: the timing, the location, the nature, the size, the town ... I suppose I ought to have expected it would go pear shaped. Definitely getting mighty tired of the Universe entertaining itself at my expense.
