My personality can’t be “on” all the time. There must be off days, and when weeks are so full they hurt, I look forward to weeks like this one, which are not noteworthy and feel in-between, like an adolescence. Our neighbors moved on Monday and it has affected me more than I expected…sadness, anger, self-pity, reminiscing… Like I said, this week has felt like adolescence.
I have taken these off days to read my books and think my thoughts, reading the news with narrowed eyes, because ouch, Ukraine. I donated a car load of old clothing and unused household goods that have been collecting in the garage all winter. I moved some blossoms and greenery into the kitchen, a ritual I look forward to each year.
Ritual and routine, on and off, beginnings, middles, and endings. This is what I have been thinking about during these early days of March.