It’s been a while.
Sometimes you reach a point in your life when, though it’s nobody’s fault and you had good intentions, you realize you’ve made yourself very small in your own life. Your heart isn’t in the scaffolding you’ve constructed to prop up a facade you’ve built, choosing and laying every brick yourself and not even recognizing the result.
So. So. I am now picking up the pieces.
When you break a wine glass, some of the pieces are large and easy to see. You can gather them up quickly, and you begin to feel that you’ve cleaned up the mess. Then you encounter the shards that were too small to see, that you had forgotten were there. They poke into your bare foot, or maybe into your pinkie as you clean the countertops. It’s painful for a moment, as those forgotten slivers cry out for notice, but it’s part of cleaning up the kitchen.
I suspect I’ll be finding shards for some time. Meanwhile, I pulled enough weeds to fill two trash bags, there’s a load of laundry going, and the floor is mopped. I’m working on cleaning up my kitchen.
Here’s wishing you a week in which you peer into some forgotten corners. Get out your sketching supplies; re-read that book you used to love. Wash some dishes.