That’s a little bit sentimental, isn’t it? I mean, to have that attitude about one’s blog. Ah well. You know me.
In the past few weeks I have shown up here and started multiple drafts of posts that will eventually appear here. None made it far past my inner editor the first go round, though I know they’ll show up at some point.
The fact is, it’s hard for words to choke past a beleaguered heart. I have tried. There is just so much going on. In areas of my life that I don’t talk about here and with things that I’ve been instructed not to talk about (see here). I am fine and my husband is fine and mostly everything in our lives is “fine,” so don’t go worrying about us. It’s just that when the heart is preoccupied with other things and the overflow is unpleasant there isn’t much left to share with the world. So I rally and try to keep the essential operations going around here. And sometimes it takes all that I’ve got.
Boy howdy, this makes it sound like I’m depressed or something. I am not, as far as I know. Sometimes there are valleys though. This isn’t a deep one and I know I’ll come out on the other side fit as a fiddle.
There are a few things coming around the bend that I can’t wait to share with you. A couple of different series that I’m due to finish up. An epiphany I had today about music (children of the 80s and early 90s should appreciate it I think). Some natural remedies I’ve tried. How to survive a cold. A smattering of quotes that have touched me from different books I’ve been reading (and listening to) lately.
I guess I just wanted to say that I’m still here. This has been a quiet season (other than my chats with Jennifer), but I feel it’s coming to an end.