…Do we strike back?
Tonight I am glad for the wine and that it’s working so well.
I can’t help but feel I am being extra moody today… my usual positive nature isn’t working out so well. I feel like the angels aren’t listening (which I believe in so, tread lightly…Please).
We are supposed to have angels around us, but today I feel alone.
I guess it’s easier to be strong when you feel things are going to work out but today I feel like the underlying support system went on strike without telling me and in doing so, took away my “guarantee”.
Ok, I know there are no guarantees… but when your sense of “everything is going to be ok” feels like the bottom dropped out, it’s an empty and panic inducing feeling.
I guess I have to ride it out, broke, while the angels collect their strike pay. Such a laborer… Such a capitalist… Such an elitist. I guess I can’t help it: Management never did get paid when hourly went on strike.
“Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands,
drive another nail in,
Where’re those Angels when you need them?”
– Tori Amos