The Calm

This past week has been a nightmare.

Things came to a breaking point for me last night when my husband announced some bad news. With the work pressure and personal problems I'm experiencing right now, it was all too much for me and I broke down.

It's hard to convey the feelings I'm experiencing, so I'll just say the part that matters:

Everything looks brighter and more manageable in the morning!

My mother taught me this as a child, and it never ceases to be true. This morning I feel calmer and more hopeful.

Are things resolved? No.
Did I want to go to work? Double No.
But do I feel like I can find a solution? Yes.

Sometimes you just need to sleep on it.

Limbo

At work, I have a category for things I don't know what to do with.

I put them in a separate stack and put a big sticky on it that says "LIMBO". Then I chip away at them one at a time until nothing remains in that pile. It's a nice concept and it works for me.

(The fact that the same principle doesn't work when applied to our apartment continues to baffle me, but I'm sure I'll figure it out, given time.)


Lately the trouble seems to be that I am in the limbo pile myself.

I just don't feel like I'm moving forward. In any aspect of my life.

I sent an update to my Russia friends last week, and I honestly couldn't report anything exciting. It's such a let-down from before my wedding, because I was feverishly working toward this finite goal. Now I'm not-so-feverishly working -- plodding, barely-getting-by, trudging.