I had all intentions of writing a proper post, but for today it will be an update. A quick one. My leg infection has returned. I’m walking, if you want to call it that, like a little old lady of 90. When your doctor and your leg guy (my prosthetician) tell you it is possible for this infection to travel into your bone or bloodstream you pause. When you get sent in for blood work and the next possible steps are x-rays and ultrasounds you take a breath.
We’re nearing the end of our renovations. It’s coming along and beginning to feel like home. Tomorrow the bedroom and bathroom are being painted.
I’ve been to my daughter’s school. I’ve talked to parents. We’ve had a few talks of sticking up for oneself and when to walk away.
February is full, but March has fewer scribbles, less musts…more clean, open spaces….more nothing. I want to try to keep it that way.
I am tired, people. I’m alright. Just tired.
Sometimes life has a way of telling you to slow down. Sometimes it’s a gentle nudge in that direction or it’s a loud yell or a red flag. All signs, for me, point to slow down. So, I am waving my white flag and surrendering to something I’m not very good at but I have to…need to…do. Rest.
In Violence UnSilenced
One of my favorite bloggers/writers, Maggie, from Okay.Fine.Dammit has started a blog on domestic violence – a space where survivors of domestic violence share their stories. It is empowering, inspiring, and about time that something like this is here. Thank you, Maggie, for doing this and to the countless courageous others that are sharing their stories. Please check out ViolenceUnSilenced.