Floating

Things got worse but may be getting better, at least in some ways.  The semester is over, my mother's out of the hospital, other big bads seem to be taking at least a hiatus.  I feel like I've taken off too-tight pants, like I can breathe a little easier.  I'm trying to cultivate positive thinking, to hoarde a pile of reasons this struggle is worth it like nuts against the possibility of a long winter.  Perversely, I've found something new and utterly unnecessary to also fret about, but I'm trying to zen-think it out of the mainstream of negative thought.  I need to feng shui my brain, clear the clutter and let in the light.  I practice letting go and feel like I may be floating, however briefly, instead of exhaustingly treading water.