How does one say something and nothing simultaneously? I’ve no idea; I’m not a politician. Yet, today it’s necessary. Here goes…
It’s been exactly 31 days. One month. Only. One. Month.
I hardly believe it’s such a diminutive unit! However, a lot can happen in a month. A journey, a challenge, a recovery, whatever it is… I’ve had more events than you’d think any sane universe would serve up so rapidly. God apparently decided I could handle it. I suppose he (not I) knew what he was doing. Events seem to support that supposition.
The horizon on this side of that short divide looks different than that side. Better actually! Things could have gone worse. I am reminded to remain humble and thankful.
My hastily drafted post wasn’t deep; “Shit’s going on. Said shit requires my full attention. I’ll be back when I’m back.” I didn’t specify what or why… because it’s a private matter. (Just shutting the hell up is still legal, moral, and possible… even in a world that has social media… isn’t that awesome?) I didn’t know when (or if) I’d be back. I suspected I’d be fine but that was more a guess than knowledge.
That odd little post was also a turning point in a mess that had been going too long on a scale that started looking exponential. As a general rule I blog (if sporadically) even when damn near dead. I’ve done that for years. Yet, what’s the point? Seriously… I mean it. Every now and then each and every one of us needs to sit down and think “what’s the point?” Do we? Do we indulge that ultra-necessary periodic moment of reflection? Do we avoid it? Why?
Regardless I gave up my mundane routine. I “just let it go”. (And by “it” I mean damn near everything! Most of which isn’t that important anyway.) It’s terrifying yet freeing to take your hands off the wheel. We monkeys cling to routine. When the spirit tells us otherwise we try hard to miss the clues. Was my brief abdication essential? I’ll never know. I think so. “Grinding it out” wasn’t doing me any favors. How many people “grind it out” all the way to a dirt nap? Not everyone has the resources and opportunity to try something different. I’m grateful I did. And remember… it was just a single month!
Pleasantly, I got some encouragement (both in person and in private). Thanks!
I’m not out of the woods… yet. Life, once it gets out of hand, can be restored (if you’re lucky) but only on its schedule. Rome was neither built nor destroyed in a day… so too with individuals. “In due time” is the only calendar I’ve read lately. I’m pretty darned grateful that it’s “in due time”. It could have been “never”.
How awesome is that? I’m as likely to be around in the near future as ever… which is not something I take for granted.
I’ll need a bit longer before I (and therefore my little blog) am back on my feet. It might be another month, maybe more, maybe less.
Don’t fret. Shit’s looking good. I have optimism.
What happened specifically? At least for now, I ain’t sayin’ nuthin’ about anything.
Which is probably the weirdest way any blogger has ever said “hang tight, I’ll be back”.
Thanks for listening.
A.C.