I have no recollection of taking this photo today, but I have been struggling lately to post. It is my habit to post a single picture each day that sums up the day and helps me remember how I spent my time. For a couple of weeks now, I have found it difficult to sum up the days, to accurately show how I spent my time, or even find enough focus to take a photo of things around me. This is liminal space, the uncomfortable waiting area between the place I was and the place I will be in next. I don’t like it much, but I am trying not to fight it. It’s neither good or bad, and I suppose that makes me feel even more lost and disoriented. But real life is like that. Some stretches of time aren’t photo worthy. If I’m reminding myself about my own life, this is as accurate an image as it gets.
I’m the mom that rations towels. She’s a Lady Bird. Missing her already.
It’s been a weird day. I had to handle some stuff. Meanwhile Whimsy drew pictures. I asked her about them and she said the first one is “Jesus, his friend and his babysitter.” The second one is “The angel that makes the sky pink.” I wish I could remember the other ones, but the endless creativity of my kids is a bright, warm spot in the middle of the coldest days. #whimsydoes