I have no idea how it happened but my “get up and go” has gotten up and left.
For the first time since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven, I’m utterly incapable of talking myself out of the doldrums.
I’m not especially sad or anxious, just worn out and uninterested in making progress down my “to do” list.
There are so, so many chores that are best done during these too-brief perfect spring days and I’ve barely managed two. I’m usually rushing from daylight to dark taking advantage of cooler temperatures and comfortable breezes. By now (in a typical year) the porches would be clean, the yard tidied up, some fences mended and windows washed.
Not this year.
Each morning I begin afresh, promising to do better, to make more progress, to finish up the random bits of long-overdue projects and by noon I’m done. Back in the same funk that’s pursued me for over a month.
I understood it better when we were covered up by clouds, drenched in rain and shivering in the cold.
But I can’t figure out why sunshine and flowers, birdsong and breeze hasn’t made a difference and given me an infusion of enthusiasm.
I’ve tried all the usual remedies-eating right, exercise, checking my meds and supplements-but they aren’t effective.
Maybe the struggle against a natural downward trend is what keeps me from truly resting and bouncing back.
I might just give in for a few days and see if that works.
I’ll let you know. ❤