Happy Easter, and if you don’t celebrate Easter, well, Happy Spring, and if you don’t celebrate Spring, then Happy end of March, and if you don’t celebrate that, just kiss my ass.
Spring. Easter. Rebirth. Growth. I’m trying not to fight it. I am not having fun thus far. I am putting one foot in front of the other and moving down my to do list, item by item. Taking care of things that need doing, one by one, trying to find a calm peace in working through little tasks. I made pancakes this morning. I could’ve gone down the street and eaten pancakes at IHOP faster than the process of dragging everything out, measuring, mixing, cooking, eating, cleaning, but I needed to do every step, needed to be present in the moment. I don’t think that I can see the good in all of this mess yet, not yet, too soon, but I can move slowly through the to do list. My hope is that if I keep checking the items off the list, my burden will feel lighter and I can find some rebirth and growth for myself out of organizing the personal rubble.