I used to be punctual. Always on time. I still pretty much am. However, I’ve slipped behind here and there. What’s worse is that I have come to accept that as tolerable irtitating trait in others. I used to have a schedule. I had my words laid out. I used to have my words thought through. Now I scramble for words to share.
Disappointment. I hate feeling it. Or rather I hate experiencing it. Disappointment is so much worse than anger. Disappointment dulls the sense of promise. It allows faults to be enhanced and for a second you want to feel optimistic. However, optimism is given a swift kick out the door. After a while, disappointment just leaves you feeling numb.