Some days you feel out of synch, you know? Here it is, a beautiful, sunny morning, birds twittering, other quiet sounds, smell of freshly made coffee, comfort of warm vest in the cool air, smooth silky fur of pettable cat--

and I'm feeling out of sorts, having awoken from a disturbing dream, might even be called a nightmare. I can't quite remember the particulars (and maybe it's best if I did not), but the uneasy, trapped, misunderstood feeling has stuck with me.

This is what Landmark would call an inauthentic fear. There is no saber-toothed tiger, ready to pounce; no notice of eviction on my door; no dearth of food in the cupboard; no dread disease threatening my existence--

so why the uneasy, out-of-synch feeling? It's all going fairly well, actually; even living in a construction disaster zone is only temporary, and bills are paid up to the end of the month.

Who was it who said the fault is not in our stars but in ourselves? I must admit I'd rather blame Mercury retrograde or that second glass of wine before going bed last night.

Time to do some deep breathing, re-center, and get on with the day.