The last couple days have brought my life to a screeching halt, due to some unforeseen circumstances. That's a fancy way of saying the you-know-what hit the fan. Sometimes my cottage instincts lean more toward 'mama instincts' as that is my number one priority. Or should be. All projects except kids get moved to the bottom of the list. All creative energy is directed to human makeovers. Too bad a bit of sandpaper and paint can't work the same magic on people.
But time moves along so quickly that this:
becomes this:
in the time it takes to paint a dresser heirloom white. And suddenly that dresser just 'taint so important.
Life is gonna get a bit complicated here for a bit till our family finds our bearings again. I have several posts in the works that I hope to finish up, then put them on a schedule, but if it goes silent over here, just know I'm renovating my life. Circling the wagons, so-to-speak.
Blogging, doing projects, reading about all of your projects....this is so cathartic for me amidst a busy life full of homeschooling and family life. I can't just erase that 'me time', but I know I can't devote the kind of time I have lately to decorating my house. I know you understand.
If you're a spiritual-type person, I'd take any positive thoughts you could send our way. We desperately need direction, humility, and wisdom to know where to go from here. I'm sorry for being so non-descript about the circumstances...I can say no one's health is in danger, just dealing with the emotional fallout of some poor decisions. Me included. I feel a bit like this:
I'm still trying to smile, but the color has gone out of my world, and I find I'm strung up by a string with someone else at the other end in control.....and folks are lining up to beat me with a stick. Blindfolded. Ouch.
I'm also realizing how isolated I've become. It's safe and easy to build online relationships....real life relationships are messy, often overwhelming. But in times like the present, I miss the support of a real hand to hold. I don't have a community of friends, just a few that I can reach out to for occasional pity parties, and I'm realizing that needs to change as well.
So, dear readers, please bear with me as I get my legs under me again. I appreciate you stopping by to read and share bits of your lives. I hope to continue visiting your corners of the web as a respite from the whirlwind that my life will soon become. Maybe looking back, this will seem like a brief blip on the screen of our lives, but for today, I'm kinda flailing around in the emotional mire. Definitely a day for Little Debbie.
