Anticipation, we all have it! It’s that feeling we get in the pit of our stomach or the core of our heart. Whether it be for good news or bad it effects each one of us differently.
On this day before Thanksgiving I have a great deal of anticipation. I’m making my lists of things to do. I’m thinking about the menu and the seating arrangement. I am planning the entertainment. I’m washing the dishes that get used only on holidays.
Yet in all that hustle and bustle the anticipation of the arrival of my children and grandchildren is what makes these preparations all worth it. Their presence, in my home, is what’s most important. Just being together is what makes this special day meaningful.
I am filled with joyful Anticipation!
Sitting by a campfire,
In the dark of night,
Watching the flame(s)
As they dance,
Feeling their warmth,
Hearing the crackle of the wood
Is a place I find joy.
As I slowly recovered I found myself unwittingly engaged in another issue. This one was political in nature. Not wanting to muddy the waters of my first blog I started a second. That blog was short-lived. With that voice silenced my blogging career remained dormant for several years.
In 2012 I pushed myself back into the world of blogging. My purpose was to promote my newly formed long arm quilting business. Simple math will tell you I’ve been maintaining this voice for more than four years; that’s quite a record for me.
Did you notice above that I said pushed? That’s right! I forced myself to try, for the third, and perhaps final time, to immerse myself in maintaining a public outlet for my thoughts. The idea of putting together and nurturing yet another blog absolutely exhausted me.
You see words don’t always come easy to me. Writing at times can be very painful. Being able to pull words from my brain can be as difficult as pulling teeth. I know they are there but they somehow get stuck sideways in my brain. When this happens, no matter how hard I try, they just won’t budge. The more effort I put into extracting them the more frustrated I get. So much so that I find myself feeling lost, unable to proceed.
I often wonder if this difficulty is all part of growing older OR is it something else. Perhaps something physical. Thankfully these brain fades don’t happen on a regular basis. If they did I believe I would panic.
For now I’m chalking them up to busyness. My schedule is typically jam-packed with activities. Finding free time for rest and relaxation can be challenging. I think I need to add a recurring event that earmarks time for drooling. You know what I’m talking about. Those minutes or hours when you allow yourself to simply unwind and do nothing.
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