I was trying to do everything we normally do and I just couldn’t keep it up. So I’ve taken naps each day with the cat. I said to Josh that I want to feel joy in the things that bring me joy. It can feel like I never will again but it has always passed. It’s good to have people who remind me of that. Who have seen me go through this before. I’ve watched the Olympics too. I’ve liked that. I’ve gotten a bit of editing done but not pushed it.
I know this struggle so well. You are not alone. I feel certain that everyone who cares for you only wants you to do what YOU need to do right now. Everything else can wait 💛
I love the solidarity and love in the comments so far. Everybody's right: You're not alone. Take care of you, with help when you need it. And thank you for trusting us with what's really going on. 💛🌿
The juxtaposition in this poem ❤️. The mint. The smallest of things described so exactly without need for anything further. Everything can indeed wait. We are here x
Cats have it sussed, embracing their inner goddess. I am currently watching the beach volleyball under the Eiffel tower and trying to figure out the players secret hand signals.
It's the closing down that's so hard to do. One part of us fights against closing down because it seems like the old path in the direction of the spiral but then sometimes it's just a slowing down, a long ass pause for something to catch up maybe. We wouldn't wish this on our worst enemies, would we? Thanks for sharing. Wes
Yeah, I do. Sometimes I can feel it coming on and there’s nothing I can do about it. I pet my dog a lot, read quiet funny stuff like Jeeves. I rise late, drink coffee, take a stroll, carve on a piece of wood. One thing I don’t do is socialize. I resent tremendously how dull everything looks and tastes and I can’t really remember how lovely everything is. A terrible time.
I was trying to do everything we normally do and I just couldn’t keep it up. So I’ve taken naps each day with the cat. I said to Josh that I want to feel joy in the things that bring me joy. It can feel like I never will again but it has always passed. It’s good to have people who remind me of that. Who have seen me go through this before. I’ve watched the Olympics too. I’ve liked that. I’ve gotten a bit of editing done but not pushed it.
I know this struggle so well. You are not alone. I feel certain that everyone who cares for you only wants you to do what YOU need to do right now. Everything else can wait 💛
Thank you, Margaret. Everything can wait. I so appreciate your support.
Anytime.
I love the solidarity and love in the comments so far. Everybody's right: You're not alone. Take care of you, with help when you need it. And thank you for trusting us with what's really going on. 💛🌿
Thank you, Elizabeth. I’m so grateful for all the support and for the reminder that I’m not alone.
I can relate to this. Thank you for your beautiful words.
Beautiful, LeeAnn. So many of us can relate. I love what you post here. xoxo --c
Sending love and healing.
Authentic and pure. Thank you for your vulnerability.
The juxtaposition in this poem ❤️. The mint. The smallest of things described so exactly without need for anything further. Everything can indeed wait. We are here x
Thank you so much, Nelly!
Cats have it sussed, embracing their inner goddess. I am currently watching the beach volleyball under the Eiffel tower and trying to figure out the players secret hand signals.
I still don't understand why they wear bikinis. I'll be watching the gymnastics tonight.
It's the closing down that's so hard to do. One part of us fights against closing down because it seems like the old path in the direction of the spiral but then sometimes it's just a slowing down, a long ass pause for something to catch up maybe. We wouldn't wish this on our worst enemies, would we? Thanks for sharing. Wes
I do feel a bit more grounded after a couple of days stepping back. I know you understand so thank you.
Yeah, I do. Sometimes I can feel it coming on and there’s nothing I can do about it. I pet my dog a lot, read quiet funny stuff like Jeeves. I rise late, drink coffee, take a stroll, carve on a piece of wood. One thing I don’t do is socialize. I resent tremendously how dull everything looks and tastes and I can’t really remember how lovely everything is. A terrible time.
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Sunday is usually a meh day for me, then along comes a LeeAnn poem followed by a Sunday Roast and I feel better equipped to face the week ahead.
Treasa. I think this is the nicest thing I’ve ever heard about my poetry.