I have a pattern. I become so caught up with "getting through" each week that I don't check in with myself until the weekend - which invariably leads to my blog posts being more introspective and probably somewhat heavy. I appreciate those of you who've stuck through it; this "writing journey" blog sure turned into a longer, deeper, more winding path than I expected.
This week was no different. There have been all sorts of difficult things lately; but, for the first time in a while, I don't have a specific reflection needing words to give it substance and allowing it to be understood and filed away - so intstead, I'm going to spend some time appreciating what's going well in the middle of things that are tough.
Hubby's new medication is definitely allowing him to be more present with me. We've had more good conversations and enjoyable time together in the last few weeks than the past several months.
I got to spend 6 hours with Hubby and his parents yesterday glazing plastercast ceramics. It's been so long since I've been able to just sit and be and enjoy in that way.
Our finances are stabilizing after the purchase of the business in January and we're finally able to splurge on a few quality-of-life items we've been missing for the last few years.
I'm really really enjoying this process of understanding myself better, it makes everything make so much more sense and therefore easier to accommodate what I need to be healthy.
Life still feels like it's on pause, but Hubby and I are talking about inviting people over for board game nights again. And if I can get back on top of creating enough breathing space for myself during the week, I think I'll be able to get back to church consistently again. Once a month, or a little less, has been all right. But I miss it. I miss my friends and church family and the community.
I'm hopeful. And the end is in sight, which actually makes this part of the journey exciting.