mountains and molehills

superficially, this is today's blip because i need to clear the moss from my pots before i can replant them with this year's veggie seeds (tho it's getting grey and dark and if it rains it'll get postponed again).

it's also here cos i'm having a bad day. context: when i was a kid, i unfailingly picked at my scabby knees when i fell and grazed them. as an adult, i read between the lines, search for subtext, over-analyse and generally make mountains out of molehills because i still haven't learned how to leave things alone. last night i had a stupid fight with a friend over something that on the surface is trivial and not worth bothering with, but to me was the tip of an iceberg i've been trying to get to grips with for months. we haven't spoken since and i just have a horrible feeling i've let something bad happen due to my inability to be a grown up. if you could all just cross your fingers, that'd be great...

maybe this isn't the forum for this kind of blog, but i had to tell someone! thanks for listening... normal service will be resumed soon.