Bumpy but Breathing

I know I’ve fallen off the face of the map here at Ye Olde Blog – life has been adventurous, and the road has gotten decidedly bumpy.

It has been bumpy in good ways: my household will be moving mid-February, so we are all a-flurry with packing and parsing and all the goodness and stress that comes with picking up the roots and plopping them down somewhere else (even if that somewhere else is only ten minutes away, it is still a lot of work!)

It has been bumpy in irritating ways: I work for a small non-profit (normally five full-time people and two part-timers, one part-timer being me) that has lost a huge chunk of its staff in the last four months (in a week, we will be two full-timers and two part-timers). I’ve been working more hours lately, trying to help out while we search to fill three positions; I’ve been stressing as I wonder how I am going to do my own work, pick up slack, and train a new administrative assistant.

It has been bumpy in sad and angry ways: I am now in the deeper trenches of emotional dissonance that come with having an elderly parent (my mother) who isn’t making healthy decisions about end-of-life care.

I am trying to be as present as possible. I am breathing, and I am letting the feelings move through me like weather.

“…All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.” ~Julian of Norwich

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