Yeah, I whined in Friday's post.
What are you gonna do about it?
I'm not really pugnacious about it and put in long thought before writing.
But I promised myself when I started this blog I would be truthful even when it was unpleasant.
So I whine when I have blessings, such as a job, a house, friends, family and a more-than-full stomach. I don't like complaining because I see little practical use in the gesture. Except I understand the need to blow off team.
So I whined -- in writing.
I thought over the weekend about a dishonest week I had a year ago that I didn't address at the time. I failed to get one of my dream jobs -- and then I went to bed for a week. That's when I was living in The Hermitage on the high banks of Lake Lemon.
I believe it was at that time I lost my appetite.
How do I describe despair? It's when you breathe only because it's automatic. And you do nothing else.
I slept 20 hours a day and only when I could bring myself to climb out of bed, I'd drink until I could sleep again.
It served as the worst seek of my struggles -- perhaps my life.
But I found my way out because I had to. I have family and friends to whom I answer. I'm not done writing yet -- I have more things to say. Hell, I haven't been to France.
So a little whining, I'm fine showing that.
Peace and truth unto you my brothers and sisters.