I thought about it every week, I thought about you every week. I wanted to want to write it, much like I want to want to eat healthy all the time or go running or like action movies.
I want to want to – but I didn’t want to.Īnd so I didn’t. I wonder if this is ‘akrasia’ – acting against one’s better judgment? ? Emotions ranging from pleasure to guilt swirled around as the weeks passed.ĭid I just need a break? Did I have trouble deciding what to write about? Did I run out of things to say? Did it really matter if I stopped? I wanted to want to know, but I didn’t know and I didn’t really care. Well, I was ‘busy’ mourning my mom, I was ‘busy’ welcoming our newest little one Adeline, to the family and enjoying my Noah and all the people that I had been away from for so long. And so it did, until today when an email from Nicole came.
She’d been in my audience many years ago and still received my e-news and she was just checking in to see if I was ok. She was checking in on me to see if I was ok because she hadn’t received an e-newsletter from me in 3 months. One person took time out of her day and it mattered to me. ❤️?Īnd so Nicole, thanks to you, I’m back. Sometimes we need a kick, a tap, a prod, a push, a little encouragement, someone to reach out.
It’s been 555 days since the pandemic was announced and the world turned upside-down. Maybe where you live things are back to ‘normal’ maybe where you live it’s still a gong-show. People seem to have even more reasons to be divided and besides politics and religion, it seems the topic of masks and vaccines are taboo as well. I don’t like to think that people are ignorant or mean, I like to believe in the greater good, in love, in common sense.
Sometimes I just want to be left alone in my Pollyanna world. Sometimes I can’t handle any more.ĭo we really need one more thing to come between us? It’s hard to find someone who isn’t exhausted, spent, burnt-out, or just ‘done’ with everything COVID-related.
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