Sunday, October 30, 2022

getting by

Lots of obstacles lately, but I'm getting by with lots of help from friends and family.

And also, a bit of my internal Pollyanna and my mantra that things "could be worse." 

I'm grateful this weekend to EM who reminded me that the spate of stress in the last few months "is not normal." And to BSL who told me that while my gratitude was great, I shouldn't "minimize what is happening" to me either. Noted. (I am really tired of sounding and seeming like such a downer these days though.)

Big A is hanging in there, fending for himself, and ordering delivery. Still sick.

Pic: BSL and I had to scramble over these fallen trees in Sanford Woods. It seemed metaphorically connected to this post. 


Nicole MacPherson said...

Maya, you have had SO much over the past few months. It's so much! I know we can always say "could be worse" and yes, sure, but also? It IS A LOT! A broken leg isn't cancer, but it still sucks. And I would say what you have been going through is a lot more than a broken leg, if you know what I'm trying to say here?
Anyway, big hugs from me. This is a lot to deal with.

StephLove said...

It is a lot. I hope things look better on the other side of the deadfall.

maya said...

Thank you, Nicole and Steph. It really helps to know it's not just all in my head. XOXO

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