And there are the mornings when you wake up and it’s all okay again. At least for a while.
You know the bad feelings will return – they’re as inexorable as the seasons and about as controllable – but they, like everything, will pass. Some days it’s easier than others to take a deep breath and go Zen in the face of whatever life is throwing you. On the days you can’t, you can’t. Accept that, struggle forward, try to get some sleep.
Today I walked three miles through a frozen freshwater marsh accompanied by my faithful pooch. Saw gorgeous mallards, busy sapsuckers, and a beautiful heron. Took frost pictures, breathed deep. Coming back to the house was difficult, but it’s a better day for both me and for Mom. She’s more with it, a little more like her old self, and those are days to be enjoyed and to be grateful for. A little normalcy amid all the madness.