This is long overdue.
I'm sitting in my chair, post slipping and sliding down my stairs, icing my knee today. This latest unintended attempt at figure skating has had me looking back over my past efforts in the world of blogging. I've been taking advantage of staying relatively still, having to force myself to focus on what's in my immediate vicinity, which brings me to this blog post.
You may ask, "How long has it been?", and the answer is, TOO LONG! Life (and age) has a way of sneaking up on you when you're not paying attention. While the days, weeks, then months go by, life becomes just something you're "stuck in". It's much like this winter we've been experiencing here in New England. At last count, we had 60 inches of snow. I imagine myself standing in a mound that measures to my head, asking , "How did this happen?" It didn't occur all at once, more like 4" here, 12" there and suddenly you realize that a lot of stuff has piled up around you. Winter in New England isn't so much a season, but a state of being. When I refer to being, I mean perpetually cold, irritable, and waiting. That's what life has felt like to me lately.
But spring is on the horizon and and I have tools at my side to pull myself out from this heavy state of hibernation I seem to have sunk into. I would like to look out, rather that up. I would rather not wear layers of clothes that end up weighing more than me (no easy feat!) I look forward to stretching my legs and walking down the street without fear of slipping on the ice or flopping into a dirty, yellow remnant of last weeks snowstorm. This winter has been a blizzard of apathy, isolation, comfort food and more comfortable pants. So for now I'll just try to dig out from under this funk of fluffy stuff. At times it may feel like I'm using a teaspoon, but it's better than wallowing.
Thanks for looking and watch for more posts to start popping up as the crocus' do...