I am trying to take Aldous Huxley’s words above to heart, but I believe I have succumbed to the evil of uncertainty that some call depression. MacD asked why, when I have so much free time now, I haven’t been blogging. That is a good question. One I couldn’t really answer. A part of me thinks that my muse is hiding. Another part of me doesn’t want to share my bleak outlook, as that goes against my usual way of thinking. Maybe I just don’t do change well. Living in limbo is nearly impossible to my spirit, so my spirit hides away. Awaiting the sunlight like a bulb under the winter’s dormant earth.
I know that sharing with you, my friends, will make this time go easier and faster, but I just could not seem to get started. Now that I have, I am overwhelmed (you people are prolific! 667 unread items!). Away from the computer screen, I haven’t fared well with my ambitious list either. I have managed to complete numbers 1, 2 and 6. Well, I alone did #1, Mr. Vixen technically finished 2 and 6. Although I finished beta reading a wonderful book, I have yet to write up some feedback. I did manage to order my heritage seeds, so I suppose at some time soon I should build the garden to plant them in when they arrive. I also got the new sewing area set up and am working on some cute aprons, which I will share later this week. After five days of not having to work, I will have to admit to all that my cupboards and pantries have never (in my life) been so organized and pretty! I did pull that off.
Know that I am thinking of each of you daily, I am still here ~ just a bit quiet. I will try to change that a bit and to also fulfill some of my other wishes and hopefully pull myself out of this funk. I just really would love a new job. Or to win the lottery. Either would work.