Scattered soggy leaves and damp parking ticket envelopes have delivered me into a new season. Despite an onslaught of projected positivity, all I can manage is negativity. This is all during a trial of a power over all mentality that I’ve been trying on for fit. And I’m not about to return it. It feels good to be in control of what’s hating on me. Knowing I have the power to end this sounds like a nice exit. But, for some reason I just want to bask in this funk until there isn’t any any more. It’s all unecessary, that’s for sure.