Perspective

I've been having a hard time getting out of a funk this week. I've been very productive, actually, crossing things off lists like an efficiency expert. But I've been lacking what I might call inspiration, and my mother would call oomph.

She'd be right.

I was all set to whine here about needing Spring to come. About wanting to throw out all my old stuff and start from scratch. About my discouragement at not fitting any of my clothes, not getting around to doing the things I love. Not moving enough. Not feeling much joy.

It's a temporary condition for me, fortunately. But I was feeling low.

Then I read this post. Then I looked out my window at the kids playing soccer with a neighborhood dad in the park. Then I stood up and started dinner, set the table, folded some laundry.

Later, I started some kids on their baths. Listened to some music. Poured some wine. Heard my husband walk through the door.

Three-year-old, all clean and jammied up, singing beautiful nonsense.

So.

The walls need to be painted. So, I miss friends. So, my jeans don't fit anymore.

They will, again. Spring will come, and I'll start walking. Friends will come out of the woodwork, once the park is bathed in afternoon sun. It will be light out while we're eating dinner.

Soon, even.

All these things are temporary. The season, the mood.

All the bounty we have here, that's here to stay.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

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