At the moment I’m feeling scattered, torn, impatient, hopeful and dreamy of what I would like to come of it all. There always is more than enough happening on so many fronts. I try to not to look behind.
There is our old dog Blair who limps around day in and day out. He whines and sleeps but is still so sweet and faithful even with his severe arthritis and his state of being senile. He requires a lot for us these days. He teaches me things and warms my heart as he endures his old age, and maybe his final days. He’s been with us for 12 years, our first baby. We decorated him up with Christmas lights our first year married. He went to the beach with us before there were kids to take along. He’s worn feather boas and been to little girl tea parties. He pulls at my heart these days. I wish he could talk.
On other fronts there is all that I take on and all that I want to take on. There are piles of books, ideas, aspirations and dreams. But where’s the time? Take something from this, and something from that gets left behind and unfinished. Or someone begs for more of my attention, which is always loud and clear.
Life is a million little pieces trying to fit together in just the perfect way. I won’t know what the finished picture will look like today, or tomorrow, or even next year. It’s one piece at a time. Sometimes it’s one piece a day.
This post is part was inspired by a series on the blog The Extraordinary Ordinary, where bloggers write for 15 minutes and post their thoughts to share. Also, check out my friend Jennifer’s post too, where I found the idea.