I just spent a bit of time browsing around the web.
And I have to say, it is like weaving through a derailed train that has flung all of the baggage willy-nilly over a huge radius.
Almost no point in trying to collect and sort any of it though, for there are more trains that have yet to reach this location, and they are on the way.
I’m not trying to sound gloomy here; I actually sit back and take in a bit of it all with a slight amusement.
What else can you really do?
My motto is a bit like, “when the going gets tough, the tough crack jokes”.
In this walk, as far as I am concerned, a sense of humor is mandatory.
Oh, I feel the pain of it all, there is no escaping that.
I have my own personal stuff to deal with, and I’m an empath, so I get to feel everyone else’s too.
Yet, I am not keen to sitting in pain of any sort, so I flip it up, and I find the humor, and let me tell you, no matter how bleak it looks or feels, there is always something humorous somewhere to be found.
My personal train is still on the tracks.
I intend to keep it that way. Have a lot of derailments occurring all around me, but I am weaving through.
I personally have had enough of my fair share of derailments in my personal life, and there is no way I am turning over my conductor’s hat to anyone else.
I am going to steer this train, for ‘better or worse’.
Into the Mystic 