I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s POSSIBILE) and write for five minutes about it.
We did it. We survived something we never dreamed possible: lived through a year like none other in our lifetime, one fraught with deep potholes and crazy things we couldn’t have imagined if we tried.
We come to the one year mark of upside down living somewhat battered. Weary and worn out. More cynical maybe? Stronger, perhaps? Wiser, hopefully.
I looked back in my journal and other writing from one year ago when the topsy-turvy-ness began and see a naïveté. Of course. Friends, we’ve come through something utterly unimaginable to our relatively comfortable mindsets and we’re not on the other side yet.
Forgive me if I’m not marking the milestone. I’m worn out and still trying to regain my equilibrium. Yes, I cling to hope and believe in possibility, but I also believe there’s wisdom found in lament.
So, I’m lingering. Staying quiet. And working on regaining my balance in a world that keeps jolting. That’s enough for now.