I have been having a hard time getting the energy lately to tidy my apartment, finish unpacking from my vacation and doing much more than work and when I’m not working I’m reading or taking photos of things that bring me joy. Now I know most people think that keeping a place tidy is not much of a big deal but it is to me and lately I have had a hard time mustering the energy she desire to get it done. I have been enjoying the warm sunny weather that has been present in Maryland. I think my mind is telling me cold weather is good cleaning time. I am hoping that the prospect of a friend meeting me at my apartment on Sunday morning will spur me into action.
I had a difficult time the past month over a situation brought on by another person that could have destroyed me personally and professionally. I had done nothing wrong but was accused of wrongdoing. I found myself in a tough spot of having to defend myself, my integrity and my reputation. I think this hanging over me precipitated me in having little energy to do much more than work. Thankfully after some tense weeks all has settled down.
A Facebook group I am part of is doing a thirty day gratitude challenge. I am not participating at this time as I have found I have changed profoundly since my illness three years ago, it’s recurrence this year and this recent incident. I am grateful every single day and for many things large and small. I think my list would be too long every day. I have struggled deeply and mightily with my illness but I refuse to let it define me. It is a part of me that I acknowledge and accept. I dread its arrival and am always glad to show it to the door. This last time was brief.
I find joy in this blog, the animals I care for, the sky, stars, planets, earth, Maine, my family, music, spring peeper frogs, photography, reading, trees, watching birds fly, hanging out with my neighbor’s cat to watch a meteor shower and so much more. What do you find joy in?
The photos I posted are looking up a tree while out walking a dog-the yellow just lit up the area. The yellow flower made me smile-can you tell I like yellow. It was my Dad’s favorite color, something I did not know until after he died. I wish he had lived longer for me to know more but I am happy for the twenty four years I shared with him. The bottom picture is of a sunrise behind the silos in the center of my town.
Many thanks as always for reading and checking at the blog. I am humbled as ever. Happy Thursday!!