I keep dreaming that I’m in London.
Last night, it was a nightmare, but it was still set in London.
It’s so weird.
I’ve been there several times, but it’s been since the 90’s. It’s a beautifully awesome place.
I don’t know why I keep dreaming I’m there.
I also don’t know why I’m having an assortment of dreams there, or why I had a vicious vivid nightmare set there last night.
I woke up grouchy and afraid this morning, which was not the way I wanted to start my day.
I’m hoping I don’t struggle with the oppressive depression that I fought yesterday, and I know I have to try to use my tools to deal with that. I am just tired. I can feel it settling in, and I don’t think I have the reserves today.
I am just going to work on my word for the year- which is acceptance.
If I’m going to be depressed, I guess I can’t keep trying to fight against it because I will just exhaust myself.
I need to accept where I am.
Meanwhile, I guess I can keep looking forward to traveling to my favorite foreign destination in my dreams.
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