“The problem is acceptance, which is something we’re taught not to do. We’re taught to improve uncomfortable situations, to change things, alleviate unpleasant feelings. But if you accept the reality that you have been given, that you are not in a productive creative period, you free yourself to begin filling up again.”
― Anne Lamott, (Bird by Bird)
This is for all who have wondered why there have been no blogs recently.
No, Dennis is not ill. Whew! According to his doctor. he is in perfect shape. For his age, that is.
Why do they always have to say that. “What a beautiful painting you made, Mildred.” (For a kindergartner!)
So why no blogs?
Honestly, there’s just been a lot going on. You know that thing called life. Sometimes it just gets in the way. Sometimes there’s just too many moving parts.
One week you find out that you need a new roof. The next week you realize your tires have almost no tread. How did that happen? Not so great when you live in the Ozark Mountains, and that skid ends up about 450 feet below where it started.
Then the upstairs air-conditioning system decides to commit suicide. At first you think the repair estimate must be wrong… by several decimal places. (Are all AC repair parts made of platinum and carved ivory?)
Then you decide that 35 steps up from the house to the garage and street are finally too much. So a three-week concrete project ensues. A serpentine sidewalk and several easy, gracefully curved, steps replace the old Stairmaster from garage to the house.
Then there are all of your commitments. The ones that you sometimes wish you could give up. But you know it would be wrong. Especially with the bags of guilt and regret, that immediately arrive on your mind’s doorstep.
Then there is Thanksgiving last week. And a bad cold and cough. And a drive to Texas, for TG family time.
As soon as this very short blog post is finished, I will have to get started on the minutes of the last vestry meeting. (I am the clerk of our church vestry, or board.)
Dennis is in his office writing his last Stewardship Campaign letter. (He is the Junior Warden of our vestry and Chairman of the Stewardship Campaign.) I know he would rather be blogging. I would be.
Maybe tomorrow. Ah, tomorrow. Maybe.
Perhaps tomorrow we will be able to “free ourselves, to begin filling up again.” Thanks Anne.
Stay tuned folks.