A couple of weekends ago, this was my view.
After a long day of being pampered and enjoying the company of old and new friends, we were enjoying dinner and the epitome of a summer night under the east Texas sky, all on someone else’s money and effort. For a couple of days, I was able to step out of the angst of missing my child and get some time with him. But, it was somewhat challenging because I had to share him. Just the way I think he likes it most of the time.
Nonetheless, the weekend was a gift and the perfect down time before returning to a new job and three more weeks of him being away kind of left me feeling blah.
Funny how that works isn’t it?
You spend so much time waiting and wishing for another season to start. Any other season than the one you’re in and then they become reality, creeping all up in your space and you’re taken off guard by it. At least I have been.
The last time I posted, I shared my heart about the mass shootings and terror in our country. The war on black men while driving or simply being and the murders of the police officers in Dallas. Since then, there have been more stabbings and murders and shootings and political jockeying and wrestling on my own account about the America I’m “proud” to be a citizen of. So, even after I found my words a few weeks ago, I’ve been struggling to know what to share in this space.
Once I get in here (in my writing closet) though – listening to the Classical for Studying station on Pandora, sipping my reheated Caramel Macchiato from my coffee time with a gal pal this morning, rockin’ my lens-less glasses and swimming in the oversized sweater covering my wrists – I just absolutely am so glad I did it. That I turned off the Hulu and charged my phone to the side and just came to reconnect and share my heart.
It helped that when I was making today, my Sabbath, a day of writing encouraging cards and letters for others that I read a new blog comment that helped reignite me in my why. That I can encourage others with my living. I can help others avoid pain and missteps in my vulnerability. That I can make single moms laugh on their journey by inviting them into our sometimes crazy ride. I have stuff to share with y’all and am so grateful to have this space to do it in.
I hope you’ve been having a great summer and are buckled up for the crazy that is August.