Blame it on the full moon? Three people in my life are now missing, all in the same week. Two drunks and one schizophrenic. None of them know each other. My heart has been pounding in my chest all week, no matter how much I meditate or do yoga or breathing exercises. I'm shaky and am having stomach problems now. No word on anyone's whereabouts. Do I file three missing persons reports all at once? Or bite my nails and hope they all resurface later? I wish people would stagger their crises a bit so I could help everyone with their problems one at a time. But I have no control over when others break down. All I can do is try to remain optimistic and hope they just all went on vacations and fell in love and are having so much fun they haven't checked their phones in a week. Fingers crossed. Three people remembered my birthday so that was sweet. Even though that day was overshadowed by being worried sick about the missing persons. I still managed to carve out a small bit of joy because I finally got my sink repaired for my birthday.
I shouldn't sweat it. People tend to return alive and well when they need something from me.
10:42 a.m. - 2022-10-09