I arrived home feeling exhausted, physically and emotionally.
I whined to my friend Tina, "I just want my life back."
She chuckled and replied, "This is your life. Now anyway."
Wendy babied me.
I napped again.
I'm feeling stronger as each minute passes. Real strength, not the imitation strength I've been running on for the past week.
Positive accomplishments flash in my mind despite the enormous chunks of detritus still cluttering my head and my heart and my schedule. This process looms large and casts a giant shadow over the future so dark I sometimes wonder if (when?) we'll all stand in the sun again. (Why yes, I am feeling a bit dramatic. Runs in the family?)
But right now I'm home and can, albeit briefly, put it all aside and just breath deeply.
How fortunate am I?