in the mud

I'm feeling a little stuck at the moment. It's actually more than a little, I reckon I'm about up to my knees. Job hunting isn't going great, money is tight, decorating is slow, God is near but also very far away. I'm starting a slippery slope of cynicism. I could do with a little more faith in God, the future other people and myself.

I often wish I had the indulgence of being able to do things all over again. I don't have a feeling as sharp as regret more like a whimsical notion that my hindsight should have been my foresight.