Saturday morning a few things that have not exactly gone well for me for the past couple of weeks swirled around and around in my head and right before I exploded, I obliterated just about any weed that considered growing in my back yard, I cleaned out my closet and played with the idea of painting some stuff. The biggest issue will most likely not be completely resolved for a couple of months, so my Spring cleaning is about to be completed on levels I could not have imagined. In January. Sigh. Onward.
When it rains, it pours. My life has been a deluge for the past year and a half. I am sliding through the mud of what used to be my everyday existence. Even with rubber boots some days I completely fall on my behind and all I can do is get where I need to go, throw the muddy clothes in the washer, hop in the shower and try it again. There are some days like today when I am thankful for people who remind me that I am not alone, and I am encouraged to continue this process which feels like a chrysalis, breaking me down and building me up all at the same time.
Monday’s are not usually my favorite days, but I am thankful for the progress and hope and joy that take place anyway.
It is only Tuesday and I have been blessed to share brunch with two amazing groups of people. I guess that I should be really thankful that I have had the opportunity to work out. 🙂
One of the groups was my children, but it was not lost on me that they are growing into intelligent, caring, great people. I know I am a little biased, but I am more than a little thankful.
The other group were some women I have had the opportunity to get to know this past year. They are amazing, intelligent and caring as well and I really look forward to witnessing more of the unfolding of their greatness also.