An eventful week or two has past; I’ve gone from feeling energetic, almost giddy, to down in the dumps sad and longing for things to be how they used to be, to today’s uninspired blase feeling of caring about nothing. I can’t quite figure it out.
I think my best was inspired by a half day yoga workshop one Sunday. That left me feeling great for days, despite the fact that Marley and I had strep throat.
Then my friend Gwen came in for a visit for my birthday and we hung out for a few days, had a gathering of girlfriends at my house to eat, drink and celebrate. All good for the soul.
But Gwen also started helping me edit some family videos that Mike shot. Eerie hearing his voice talking to me and the kids, and getting glimpses of his hands and feet while he shot. Almost just a tease, but something I think the kids will hang on to and want to watch again and again as time goes on. Combine the videos with slightly less sleep than normal during Gwen’s visit and I think that led into this “I don’t care about anything” feeling.
The kids and I have particularly been missing Mike this week. They keep talking about him. We saw a meteor falling last night and “I said make a wish,” and without hesitation Marley wished for her dad to come back.
I’m lucky to have such support and so many caring people out there. I think without that, I’d be plunged into the depths of hell rather than floating uncaringly in purgatory this week.
Hopefully, when the energy returns, I’ll manage to splice together some photos/video to post on the site.