Hazy Time

I’ve been in a kind of funk for the past week or so. Life calls from a new direction, but certain complications arise at the points of departure, and it becomes difficult to look further than the immediate solutions…

And even when problems are perfectly surmountable, the behavioral pattern of solution-finding becomes a problem. Oh, treachery.

In the sense that the present is comfortable to inhabit, I feel fine. I do feel short on vision, and of little faith. I also feel unfit from a lack of running. Is this what the fog of war feels like, or is it just the haze?

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