It’s been a long time since I’ve written regularly here, am even more remiss with Caregiving4Caregivers. Am greyed out.
Bravo to my dear buddies who have, for 20 years, scooped up their family – sometimes four generations – at the tag end of January, the kickstart of Feb, for two weeks in Hawaii. Way to break out of the doldrums of a prairie winter.
But here I am, in southeastern PA having suffered through a grey wet 2018, feeling like we are crawling through Winter 2019. Blech blech & blech.
Had hoped that last week’s quick nip down to DC would have given of spring – just as cold, dank & dull down there as here.
Learned a lesson – – if I want to be a serious writer, I have to get over myself & get writing, even when I feel blech & blah. Even if THAT is the topic,
I’d like too be a version of Linus’ blanket – dependable, comforting, reliable – which is only possible when I show up.
Am still greyed. Still scanning the horizons for signs of warmth & fresh buds in the fptrees, for snow drops & crocus. Even if spring continues to do a slow jam in coming, I will show up to lend whatever light warm color I can.
It’s not Hawaii, but it’s what I can do. And that means everything.