Sometimes I just have to remember who I am and what I need to keep going. It’s been so long since I have written anything here and I feel like I don’t even know where to start.
I can get lost in looking to see what my last post was. I get lost with the 20 something other writings I have going on. All of them are close to me. Some are too close and some the memories and feelings I still am working though.
I’ve written volumes on loss. It seems this year has held more than enough loss for me and mine.
Loss of family and friends seemingly out of the blue has left me out of sorts.
It has brought the boy and I so much closer. His loss is different than mine but it is still loss and takes an emotional toll.
It has made me look hard at myself and see more clearly where I need to take action.
It has made me grieve my lack of action on relationships of those I cherish but I can’t seem to find or make time to connect with. The frustrating part is those I try and need to communicate with don’t reciprocate and I am left in a frustrated funk that I make myself climb out of.
I deserve a damn Emmy or Oscar or whatever for my performances of “I am doing okay” but yet I still chant my mantra of Keep Hope Alive.
This is not a pitty party. This is me climbing back out and making myself write again. I will not allow myself to sink any further.
Plus the boy has asked me why I don’t work at night anymore writing. I told him I thought he didn’t like me working at night. Even though it is usually after he is in bed and he would prefer I lay down with him for a bit! And then he told me that since I wasn’t writing as much, I don’t seem to be as happy. Like whatever I was typing or writing, the bad stuff gets out and I can shine again.
The whole out of the mouths of babes thing is so true. He sees where I am lacking and how I need to get around to it. He notices many things most adults miss.
So this is my pledge of at least once a week to write.
I have so much started, now I just need to finish and do it. Doing so will allow the rest of it to come out. To fall into the world.
I am crawling out of the tangles of my mind.
In the interim, please remember to tell those you love how you feel. Make the phone call or visit. Remember we all bleed the same. We are all members of the human tribe.
Keep Hope Alive.