Why is it that when you are not on vacation, you feel great, but the minute vacation rolls around, you can't get out of bed because you feel so sick? Or why is the weather perfectly wonderful when you have inside things to get accomplished, but the minute you have some free time to enjoy the weather, it turns torrential?
When I was younger, I used to believe I lived a charmed life. Nothing ever seemed to be difficult to accomplish, and somehow everything just worked out. Now that I'm older, everything seems way too complicated. Something that should be simple to work out becomes a major struggle to finalize, and there always seems to be someone with some ulterior motive standing in the way.
I do know one thing. Even though my resistance to this flu-like feeling is rather low, this isn't the time to give in to feelings of defeat and surrender. I am determined to stand strong and continue. I refuse to allow anyone, including legislators, to get the best of me and, like Dylan Thomas, I urge myself and others, saying, "Do not go gentle into that good night..."