This week has been hard. There have been a lot of odd things to deal with in many areas. One of the things I was working really hard on fell through and it completely threw me off track.
My dad’s cat passed away and somehow that was like losing another piece of both of my parents again. Yet he was an old cat and just got sick, so it was one of those things.
I suppose there are times when the days will just seem harder, longer than others. I don’t like it, just for the record.
I found myself spreading myself way too thin on too many things. I still have a ton to unpack and sort through. I will be going along and making good progress, then I’ll run across a stack of coasters my mom crocheted and get lost in the memory of sitting and talking to her while she made them.
Or I’ll run across some pictures, an old card or note, and will just wind up staring at it for a long while not realizing how much time has passed.
This week has also been a week of nightmares. Sleepless nights and what sleep there was to be had was tainted with dreams of searching through fog and darkness trying to find my way. It’s a mirror to how I’ve felt this week.
Today, I just didn’t feel good. Worn out tired from restlessness, allergies that are trying to turn into a cold and worry over our little dog who managed to somehow hurt himself yesterday. Lord, I really don’t need all this right now. I was able to get some medicine and go home to take a nap this afternoon and that made a world of difference.
Some weeks are just harder than others for no particular reason, just a lot of odd and unrelated stuff. One thing I’ve noticed to be true though is that before good things happen, often there is a time of trail and struggles. I am choosing to think that this week is a precursor to a much better week next week.
Cherry Coley ©