The love-hate relationship I have with my car could inspire a trilogy. But most of the time, Betsy is a source of joy, and when she she is feeling under the weather, some of my anxiety is simply about making her feel better.
(Do not talk to me about inanimate objects. I grew up watching Knight Rider, remember?)
Well, today I know how Betsy often feels.
I feel broken.
Something isn't quite right, but I'm not sure exactly what. Things are creaky, and slow-moving, and I'm not 100% sure that if I go to do something, things will move the way I expect them to.
I'm feeling a lack of trust in my own abilities today.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Some days, I just feel broken.
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Holy crap! And I thought I was the only one feeling like that today.
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