I lagged behind at the end of it all this year.
I am feeling that word
in big and in small ways.
I’m looking ahead, into February and then into the following months. I know I just have to trust that what’s meant to happen will happen, that it will all work itself out.
January started with my hands on a brand new braille calendar and it’s ended with my anxiety high until I hear if my creatinine level has gone back down.
I think this final day of January was not a good day and won’t be remembered as one, for many, with the events in Washington DC and as Brexit finally takes effect.
What will we, the world, feel about these things, days and weeks and months and years from now? What will the history books say?
I feel I’m missing something, but I can’t quite name what it is I feel I’m missing.
It feels like a swirling inside my brain, as I return to less than daily postings or even less than weekly, as I’ve been going up until now.
I hope to get some answers this week and to move forward from there, but there are some instances where no answer will suffice.