I started off the year right. I had a plan and held to it for the first week. Then all hell broke loose and LA caught fire. The destruction has distracted me for the last few days. I couldn’t concentrate as the wind battered my bungalow and flipped the tarp in my backyard upside down and around. A fellow coworker isn’t doing much to help as I take on her shifts while she heals thyself. 4 days later I’m out of sync need some mental healing myself. My body is drained and just doing the minimum to maintain. I know what to do but a restorative sleep isn’t as easy as all that, not when one has a cat. But day by day, piece by piece, I’ll reset my clock and restart the plan. 
First I just need to get through this day and not worry about what I can’t control. Worry is a wonder that has often stopped me dead, I let too much rest uneasy in my head. 
I write this on the bus, there’s only 2 more stops. Oh good god the bus is changing shifts! Let it go, girl & breathe. Every thing will be ok. 

ps I love LA. 

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