Maybe this enduring aggravation that is bubbling away under the skin of my soul will be character building.

It finally feels like I want to be quiet about my mental landscape, because there is nothing pretty inside me right now.

I am hopeful that this continued dissatisfaction leads to a shift, or a change for the better. Or maybe this is my world now.

Until then, this is a good opportunity to practice behaving in the way the person I want to be would act, despite the fact that my soul is grinding through the rubble of groundhog day.