chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Confidentiality regarding work is a pain when I want to blog (sometimes)especially when the main feeling things going on with me on a given day are work related. What I can write tonight is that I feel extremely thankful to have been born with a brain that produces neurotransmitters and other chemicals in appropriate proportions - that I don't hallucinate, am able to learn quickly to do tasks requiring abstract thinking, never risked heavy drinking or drug use, am not living in a violent family or a war torn country. I will have enough to eat tomorrow and won't have to worry about having to kill anyone, or fear that anyone will be trying to kill me.
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Beautiful entry (which of course leaves me wondering!) For now I'll add only this: Amen! (and me too!)
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