Offering
I have been having a hard time working up the motivation to write lately. Maybe I just don't really know if have anything worthwhile to say. Maybe it is just easier to research the best bush to plant by the east wall of the house. Maybe it is because when I do force myself to take a few minutes to ignore the pressing responsibilities around me, I don't really want to spend that time too deep in thought. I find myself wanting to think about nothing. Meaningful. I heard this word repetitively on a podcast the other day while I was driving and they were talking about processing your day with your spouse. And for some reason, the idea of repeating the meaningful parts of my day, though I am quite sure I actually do that most evenings with my husband, sounded completely exhausting. It is funny how the only way of freedom and release often takes that final burst of energy that you don't think you have. Life has felt heavier for some reason over the past few weeks. I have been p...