Why are such simple things so difficult? Sometimes it just seems like it would be easier to go to bed (with my knitting and a book of course) and stay there. Do you ever wonder why we try so hard at life? I am there right now, wondering if it is truly necessary for me to push to get things done, to learn my way around a new area, and to deny that I am missing my older daughter (who stayed in GA). Do you think this is moving blues-itis? I think I should go work on the collapsible hat I am making and pretend the blues don’t exist. :-)
I leave you with a picture of the Continental Divide from one of our little(?) drives.
2 comments:
I was certainly blue when my daughter moved 1000 miles away, taking my grandchildren with her! But in the winter, I want to hibernate. I hate getting up; I just want to sleep. It gets worse every year.
So I wallow in it for a while and after a couple of months, I drag myself out of it.
Oh, I keep knitting and reading, though!!!
Hard to pretend the blues don't exist because they do... but you don't have to let them have top spot anymore. Find something that makes you happy, a song, a picture, a comedy TV show whatever... think on those things, and tell the blues to find another home, they aren't welcome there anymore.
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