I’ve been in a funkity funk funk funk.
In two and a half weeks I’ve lost ten pounds.
I have a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach nearly all the time.
I just got through reading this inspiring post at Vodka Mom’s.
Logically, I see the perspective and how what is devastating me right now, in the grand scheme of things, and in light of all that can go wrong in the world, my problems, my family’s problems, could be worse.
As grateful that I am for all I have and as hopeful as I am trying to be…
I feel a rip, a tear in the fabric that holds me together.
Not ever having been a person who cries or wells up, I find myself fighting back tears out of nowhere.
One foot in front of the other.
One moment at a time.
A constant vigil to hope and trust that we are making decisions that will bring us closer to better and not worse.
This too shall pass…
I've updated the sunrise in the sidebar (finally). Head on over for a post much more uplifting.