Me: “I know and it’s killing me!”
I encounter funks where I am sooooo over blogging, and it
takes everything in my willpower to get some words down. This has not been the
case during this eon away. I have not
processed exactly what the brief writing reprieve has taught me, above all,
it’s been recharging. There are positive things happening in my life and all
around me, but in this season, there is still a lot of junk—the negativity—weighing
me down. And since I am not a strong writer, I am not sure, or always up to,
challenging myself to find the purpose in each lesson.
These past 11 days have been filled with celebration,
illness, travel, and friendship. I have much to report on, but it will have to
wait a few more days because I am dedicated to embracing my surrounding company for this
late November holiday. (I did update the last post with the results of the
cross country season.)
I arrived in Atlanta, Georgia today—the clouds were rolling in, but
the temperature was steady at 75 degrees. We reached our final destination
around 5 pm, and I haven’t moved much. Why would I? I am on the screened in
porch. The rain, which was only a possibility a few hours ago, is falling
steadily outside. And despite the Southern temperatures, there’s a fire
radiating from the outdoor fireplace. The Michigan/Duke game is playing on the (outdoor)
television. The holiday we’re gathered for is two days out, and I’m already in
a food coma. Though a child from each family is still in route, waiting with ‘my
people’ over flowing dialogue is pleasantly passing the time.
Back to embracing... or the final two minutes of The Game.
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