How are we all doing? So many hard things are happening.
Sub-zero temperatures and a winter storm across most of the country. I may live somewhere warm now, but I clearly remember how brutal and dangerous and isolating winter can be.
Protests and rioting and another shooting in Minneapolis. I have so much to say against all the sides right now.
Chaos and violence and hatred in the country and around the world any time I check the news.
Dan met with seven landscapers. Some of them had pushy, "our product and services are best no matter our higher cost" personalities. I hate pushy personalities.
I had two migraine days along with stomach and back pain which kept me close to a couch or bed with a heating pad all weekend.
There was a phone call that left me with tears and worries all weekend. I'm sad for all I've missed out on in my family, and I'm scared for hard things to come.
There was another phone call where I tried to lift and encourage Leah who did not want to be lifted or encouraged after her day off that was full of mishaps and crises instead of relaxation and prep for her coming week.
She's not the only one having mishaps. I dropped a glass container which shattered into a million tiny pieces across the entire kitchen and living room. I thought I cleaned it up thoroughly, but today I moved the couches and found lots more pieces underneath them. This morning I tripped over a full bucket of cleaning water and the whole thing dumped everywhere. I ran for a stack of full-size towels and used all ten of them.
I feel a weariness of this new place and new people and trying to make the best of it, a weariness of unreached hopes/dreams/plans/goals, a weariness of having no idea what's next for me with only health problems right now and no hobbies or skills or job or plans or anything else to look forward to. What is my purpose now that kids are raised?? What fills the space of school and work schedules, sports and activities?
I was with friends too long yesterday morning, and it was way past lunch when I was still out and tried to do errands. I felt nauseous and hungry, but there were no low Fodmap options around me, so I ended up at Jimmy John's, just trying to eat and drink something quick to calm the nausea and hunger. But the meal made me so, so, so sick for hours. I need to plan and prepare better and always have safe food options with me.
A few days ago I got a card from a friend I used to work with. It came at a busy moment, and I set it aside and forgot to open it until today. It was just what I needed right now, to know someone was thinking of me, appreciating me, encouraging me forward. I need to do this more often for others.
And so this week I'm resetting. Doing what I know how to do in my own little world while the rest of the world is in chaos: clean, organize, shop and cook, feed the people around me, encourage others forward in their plans and dreams, reach out to old and new friends, keep battling my health problems until they turn around, find and make moments to rest my worn out body and mind, dig deep and find some optimism for this week's gastro appointment, search for things I'm grateful for, find ways to lift and serve others, and keep going.











































