recovery

I’ve been back from Utah for a little over a week, and I still feel like I’m recovering from the weight of it all.

Life is full of challenges. Some of them are planned, others not so much. When the two sides collide, it takes a lot of energy to keep up, stay sane, and be the least bit functional. My recent trip west was one of these “collision course” kinds of trips. I was going non-stop for weeks, trying to take care of multiple things while maintaining focus.

Needless to say, it took a lot out of me – as dealing with family matters always does. I’m no master of these things, especially when the challenges are ones that pop up without warning. There is no owner’s manual for dealing with family matters, no matter how big or small.

I feel like I aged ten years in the span of three weeks. At least, in getting a haircut, I’ve been able to knock some of the visual age from my appearance. But the emotional aging is very much intact.

But I soldier on, perhaps a bit weary, but otherwise unscathed.