I still can't find my camera. It's really bugging me. I remember putting it around my neck when I came home from uptown. Nothing after that.
Maybe what I've lost is my mind.
I know I've lost my... oh, I don't know what to call it.... my mojo? my drive? ?
Sundays are hard for me. Home alone. All the stuff I need to do staring me in the face.
I can't even bring myself to go outside and see my horses. I think I'm a little depressed.
This last year I've had some major disappointments and I'm trying to find my way to my new reality.
I've been forced to detour, and I feel like the road I'm on is a muddy, rutty, crappy dirt road. And my four wheel drive just ain't workin' very well.
I've got no map and what route to take is iffy.
I keep reminding myself to just keep moving until I find my way.
So today I'm focusing on working on some purses. I've got the bag parts all woven, I just have to do some fringe tying and handle finding. That's what I'm gonna do.
And maybe that dang camera will decide to show itself.