Not sure what kind of funk, but I’ve been in one. Irrational angst has something to do with it….I’m sure of it. I have been obsessed with the thought that I may never get everything done that I need to get done before I die. The end of the road with this house seems so far away. I keep trying to remind myself of how far I’ve come and that I am more than halfway there, but then I think about how really close….relatively speaking….the holidays are. I promised myself that I would get all the inside painting done and the rooms together by then so that I could actually enjoy everything that time of year has to offer.
It’s not that I don’t have time. It’s that I have been severely lacking in motivation over the past few weeks. The fire took me away from life for a while, but that’s over and all is well, so why can’t I get going again? Maybe because it’s not going fast enough? You know the feeling…..so much to do that you just don’t do anything at all!
To add to that…..my youngest son and his girlfriend have chosen a date to get married. October 20th and I volunteered to make, by hand, the invitations. All 100+ of them! What was I thinking? I need to get that done before I can move on with the house.
I know that someday…when everything calms down and the kids are settled and the chaos subsides, I’ll miss it. We are so fickle, aren’t we?
I guess God really does know best.