FEBRUARY
2014
The entry from my journal this morning. I thought it might be of interest because I am generally so positive. There is no getting around the gripe!
This
month has begun on a whiny note. After a very busy January, in which I longed
for free time, I fall into a depression and sickness as soon as I have it. I
don’t know whether I am sick or not, but the lungs feel weaker as does the
digestion. The brain, especially, is slow, reluctant, sluggish. It is Sunday,
after all, and I should just stay in bed, where I am at this moment, and rest,
but I am incapable of resting or feeling restful. Perhaps as the day progresses
I will feel motivated enough to begin puttering. Now I can only putter with
words, and not very well at that. But I do want to hammer away a bit, to
placate my conscience that has wanted to resume this activity. Haven’t blogged,
either. As soon as the busy-ness stopped, a host of demons waiting in the wings
swooped down upon my soul.
I
think part of the problem is that I am not focused on any particular project
and haven’t been for a while. I really should give myself some space. Yes, that
feels right. Lots of space. Yes, let me sit with it. Sit the whole day with,
in, space. Space is peace.
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