I just read the blog I wrote a half an hour ago.
I have waves of feeling incompetent - never have been good with change, always have been very hard on myself.
Seriously wishing I could stay home with my veggies and my sheep and horses and only have to talk to people once a week when I go to town.....
2 comments:
Hi NancyDe,
Hang in there! I stumbled on your blog recently while feeling homesick for Maui. I've been catching up on your older posts and it sounds like you've built up a strong network of connections with your family and your community. Don't forget that these are people that you can go when you need support or if you need an ear to listen.
Thanks for taking the time to update your blog so frequently. I really appreciate your prose. I also appreciate the the time you take to reflect on the day's events and put them into perspective for you readers and for yourself. I hope you don't lose sight of that perspective.
Someday, I would like to return to Maui and settle down on a place like yours. I think I may have to move back sooner rather than later out of necessity: my sister needs some help running the family business, and I would like to spend more time with my aging mother. I don't think a farmstead is in the picture just yet, but maybe in five or ten years.
It sounds like the time you spent riding worked wonders for you. I think everyone needs that kind of mental retreat once in a while. But don't forget that your family and community are there to support you too.
I don't practice religion, but I gather that you do. One of my favorite quotes is by Paul Tillich:
"Language... has created the word 'loneliness' to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word 'solitude' to express the glory of being alone."
Perhaps as an English teacher, it might also have some meaning for you too.
I'm think good thoughts for you.
All Best Wishes!
Thanks Chicago Transplant - I was feeling pretty whiny yesterday. I did have dinner with my old co-workers last night. I stayed up way past my (admittedly early) bedtime, but it was worth it. Although they are still dealing with some traumatically bad problems at that school and I am still sharing the feelings from that, so it was more cathartic than therapeutic.
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