Hi my cute buddies.
I have kept blogging through the events of my mother’s care, rather than taking my usual quarterly week-long breaks. But I’ve reached the time to take a deep breath and recover.
Nothing is perfect. Mom’s not going to get better, per se. But I have high hopes that her new facility is a place for her to experience as happiness as is possible. Signs indicate so.
Me, I’m going to lie low and urge my adrenaline to do the same. Several metaphors have come to mind about recent months. For example, I’ve been in Afghanistan. Now I’m still in the desert, but at least it’s Joshua Tree. I’ve been in the boxing ring, and although this match is over, I’m so covered in bruises that just bumping a table makes me cry out in pain. A minor form of PTSD, if you will, which I say in full respect for those who have the real thing.
Life is still good. I am still myself.
I haven’t run out of inspiration for the blog, the opposite, really. So many posts to write, from teeth whitening to orange butterflies to yet more navy. I have simply exhausted my capacity to muster. You know how an idea arrives, and then you cheerily activate your Do It system?
My Do It is done out.
I look forward to returning with the capacity to both gather my thoughts and execute. I hope all of you have a brilliant, spectacular August, whether calm or whirlwind, cold or hot.
As a parting token, here are a few older posts you might like, if you’re new to Privilege, and you might indulge me in if you’ve been here a long time.
All the best to all of you.
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