This week has been brutal. And it's only Wednesday.
Still, a victory. If you read the photo blog, you've seen some of what when on. I'll leave it, but yes. Victory.
And there's been more. A grieving friend. Mediating a crisis.
Oh, and the son and his college applications. And the financial aid applications, which are like doing the taxes without the records.
The space in which I'm traveling.
Somehow, with grace. I don't always. I am impatient. My most grievous fault. I've no interest in explaining what is clear to me, what should be clear to everyone. If there is a problem, dispatch it, quickly and thoroughly. If you've got an issue, communicate it, politely and promptly. Don't leave it to fester and grow, a canker.
Somewhere, I found grace. Somewhere, I found calm. Somewhere, I found the right words.
A new month. It always feels like a clean slate. But this one got off on the wrong foot, and it's left me feeling dejected, oddly bereft.
And yes, it's November. I always participate in two things in November. This year, it's only one, the hard one that requires 50,000 words. I'm no longer part of the one that I always finish. Ownership changed, and the new platform is one with which I've no wish to associate.
From the start in my own way.
My life may be a puzzle, but at least I know where I fit.
Go listen to some good music: "Square One" from the album X&Y by Coldplay. Nope, that wasn't planned, Coldplay two entries running. The randomizer picked up the song, and it just hit that nerve. This is one of those songs I feel physically. My head is pretty much elsewhere, though, to be honest.