For days, I’ve tried blogging, but I just don’t have it in me right now. I am overwhelmed at the moment. I’ve been through enough emotional upheaval as an adult to know that the only way out is to dig deeper into the dark and let go for a little bit. Ignoring it doesn’t seem to work for me. I’ll fight it away and be cheery again, but sometimes I just need to have a good cry first.
I usually reserve this space for cupcakes and smiles, but I am not there right now. Selling and buying a house at the same time is insanely stressful. My sister and brother-in-law are bringing home their first child, a sweet faced little girl, and I will miss it. Somehow, I have to pack up our whole house. John is going out of town.
I have a lot to be grateful for as well. Local friends are offering so much support. My family is healthy. Our move is local. We have enough. I don’t forget these. I notice them often these days.
But my cup of tea is empty (literally), siesta time is almost over. The appraiser will be here soon and I must go clean the house.