We live in a culture that venerates self-help, self-improvement and making your life the MOST it can be.
Right now I’m in a phase where I am barely keeping my head above water, much less improving myself. My daughter has been pretty ill, and I’ve been back and forth to the doctor’s office a lot. I’m spending most of my time getting her to get her blood drawn, to take various medications, getting her to eat and drink and then, the worry. I’m trying to manage the worry. I’m still blogging because it’s the only time I can take a breath and it’s necessary. Just last week, Darcy and I actually managed to see a movie, Moonrise Kingdom, which was brilliant. As I ate my stealth burrito and watched art, I felt alive again. That seems a million years ago.
I am treading water, again. I have a virus too, but soldiering on is the only alternative. The worry strips me of my lifeblood.
Some days, I can’t even imagine improving myself, only enduring what will come in the next minutes, days, hours.
Then the crisis passes.
Please let this crisis pass us by.