I am both saddened and shocked that, for the first time I can ever remember, an idea or project seems just too overwhelming to even think about. Oh, the ideas come, but they are immediately replaced by a feeling of exhaustion so great that even thinking is difficult.
It may simply be the remains of this Covid, which has truly worn me completely down. If that is so I rejoice, because surely it will pass and my creativity will be set free.
I have things I want to write, a painting I want to begin, a job to return to.
The job is of the utmost importance right now. I need the money and not working makes everything much more difficult.
However, all being said, the past few weeks have not been all bleak. Many people have called, or texted, or emailed to keep in touch and I loved the Christmas cards I received. Then on New Year's Eve, my second oldest granddaughter and her fiancee came to my home for dessert and a visit that really brightened up my world.
It's hard to know if this is age, or illness, but the highlights are still beautiful and hope hovers nearby like some exotic perfume I vaguely remember always being there.
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