I’m ready to move on

If “that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger” then I am stronger. than I was a year ago.

About a year ago I was sitting in a hospital trauma unit, hypnotically watching a machine monitor my uncle’s lack of brain activity. It was not a peak life experience. Nor was much of anything else in the past twelve months.

This year has had deaths of family and friends, moving my Grandmother and, with that, having to face how fragile she has become and trying to deal with the bureaucracy that controls getting help for her. We had work done on the house, which is still not done and a bit of a disaster zone. There have also been crises in another quarter that I don’t feel up to discussing right now. I can only deal with one extremely frustrating thing at a time and today’s battle is legalism over benefits.

But more than all those I have not felt happy this year. Many years I could have coped better with the on-going sh…tuff of life, I had more emotional resilience. This year things overwhelmed me.

I have been feeling better lately. So I’m going to take a pass on repeating anything from this past year. I am ready to move on.

Today is gloomy and chilly but the Empress and I are enjoying the magic box (gas fireplace). I find sitting by it reading Tove Jansson’s Moominpappa at Sea  more cheery than sunshiny days last summer.  The empress is so close to the fire that she seems to have melted one of her whiskers (do whiskers melt? anyway it has become a curlicue at the end from being so close to the heat).

This post is a response to the DailyPost Prompt: One More Time.

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