A very kind person sent me a message checking in. It’s been a while since I wrote anything here on Substack. I’ve been wanting to, but I just cannot bring myself to sit down and write something that isn’t a laundry list of all the things I need to get done these days. Transition has run amok.
Not to make too much of it all, but life has been about meeting with the lawyer, attempting to make sense of the financial health of my step-mother’s estate, and taking care of our own challenges where time, money, and energy are concerned.
So, every time I sit down to write, all that comes to mind is the ever-lengthening list of Things That Must Be Done Immediately.
I am overwhelmed.
That said, I still want to write. I want to have something else to say other than “This is really hard and I’m already tired.” We’re just getting started. There is nowhere to turn at the moment that isn’t laborious.
I have a writing date scheduled for Tuesday afternoon. Maybe something will come of it. I’ll be writing by hand to begin. It’s the best way I know to get past the noise to what needs to be written.
Thanks for checking in. I hope you will bear with me.
Grief is kicking my ass.
Thanks for checking in, Tripp. God is with us, but Life is still hard, overwhelmingly at times. Thanks for your work.
When I go through hard times, like a death, I realize it's to help someone else and empathy is developed deeper than ever. And they think we are awesome! Lol. We are!