The past couple of weeks have been a vague meshing of thoughts, highs and lows, energy and exhaustion. Mix in a measure of illness and thoughts of spending your last moments of life and you have a concoction of poison which would destroy even the strongest of heart. For the past week, this has been my walk. Whenever we work hard to achieve something good there are bound to be moments of doubt – fear – helplessness – failure – but on the other hand, a job well done – instilling some learning into young minds – building others up – finally accomplishing your goal.
During this past week, my mind has been far from putting words on paper. All I could do was think about getting physically well again. As I age, I should know I can’t do the things I was capable of years ago. I should accept that fact and try not to bite off more than I can chew. There is something within me that has a hard time with that. Maybe it’s a strong work ethic – maybe it’s wanting to be useful – maybe it’s insanity. Whatever the case, I felt it best to keep my pen dry for a while. Sometimes when we don’t feel well or are overwhelmed, it’s best to be quiet.
My mind is working on some new ideas for my blog and hopefully this time off will allow me to formulate that. In the meantime, I’m re-posting a few and sharing some of Paul’s art. No winter funnies for the moment. The snow is flying up here and it isn’t the least bit funny anymore.