Another Sunday, another post. I go into more detail in my brain dump below but I was going to wait and write this Sunday morning. Sunday is my husband’s birthday. I wanted to wake up on a Sunday morning and gush about him. I think I’ll do that another day when I can put more thought into it.
Logistically, I thought it would be best to go ahead and post early with the linky. Again, I apologize if I haven’t hit your blog recently. I like to read each and every post but it’s been a little crazy. I always appreciate you coming by and linking up!
I was going to wait to write my post. I didn’t want to do another Saturday night post. I found that lately I’ve been in a more sullen mood in the evenings than on Sunday mornings. Sunday morning just feels like a time of rebirth for me every week. I miss the Sunday morning writing. I’ll think about a better way to do this so I can have the linky up but maybe wait and do my actual post in the morning.
Regardless, I had a good Saturday morning feeling today and I’ve tried to keep it all day. It’s been a laze at home and just be comfortable kind of day. We went out but we didn’t focus on doing anything productive. Just ate lunch, went shopping, blew bubbles, took a nap.
I think I felt good today because I had a good cry last night. I’ know I’ve written before about sometimes feeling emotionally numb. I felt a lot of things weighing on my mind. Not personal things this time. Just the weight of the world.
I was reading about a boy who took his life due to bullying. I read about Jeff Conaway, the actor from Grease and Taxi who lost his life to drug addiction. I took my dog for a walk and thought about my neighbor who moved away yesterday. The one who sold his dream house that he built with his wife because she passed away 2 years ago. Then I walked past my other neighbor’s house. Her husband died suddenly about 2 months ago. I remembered walking the dog every night and chatting with him as he putzed in the garage,
Change is inevitable. Last night, I really got that it’s all just a bunch of moving parts. And we don’t really realize it all the time. I had to force the cry a little bit. I knew I needed it though and once I finally let go, the tears poured and it felt cleansing.
Today is a new day and guess what? So is tomorrow.