I’m sorry to say that this year has become a time where I’m more and more lost in my thoughts. My human’s decision to move to Seattle has hurled me into a state of confusion that is rivaled only by her own. She knows what she needs to do. I know what I need to do. But neither of us know who is doing what or when. And its not like this state of mind is a short term thing; in fact, my life has been in turmoil for several months now.
My time in Second Life has become a time of mindlessness and thoughless behavior, and this is the only relief I seem to get. I can’t even find relief out on the Blake Sea.
Sometimes just writing my concerns down like this is helpful. Maybe my hormones are going nuts on me or something. I’m sure I’ve made it through rougher times. I know there’ll be a time when all the planning and moving is complete. I know I’ll probably find a decent new home. I think there’s time to do everything that need to be done, but I’m not sure. I need to clear my thoughts but remain lost and adrift. Maybe I just need a nap.
I suppose this sounds skeery. I’ll prolly take it now in a few minutes.