Many months ago, I wrote about making this year the Year of Fun.
My Mum reminded me of that the other day. And we both laughed heartily.
Winter has been a tough season. Weeks of minor illness in the family, solo-parenting for a week while my husband was away for a conference, the death of my grandmother, then more winter illness.
There have been bright spots. My grandma’s funeral was a wonderful celebration of her life. My hubby and I are starting to make some progress on the house we moved into just before Christmas.
But it hasn’t been fun. I has been overwhelming. That’s life.
Yes, I am annoyed at my seemingly perpetual state of overwhelm. I am frustrated that I still have depression seven years on. I am sick of it.
But I can’t turn my back on it. It doesn’t work that way. I have to manage it as best I can. Make do. And in the meantime, make, and do stuff.
And some reading and writing.
How about you? Has it been a bleak winter, or a blazing one?