Original date 6 September 2011
I struggle to find something of substance to talk about. Usually
there is something that I have been mulling over throughout the day, or
something that has been with me throughout the week, but sometimes I
just feel empty.
I'm not a numbers girl, don't really turn to them
to find order in my life. I don't usually look to them to validate
where I am with each given day, which I know is of help to some. Yet it
is September again, which means my birthday is right around the
corner...and Brian's first death day is approaching. For me though,
September will always be a reminder of the end.
One year ago I was
approaching the final month of my husband's life. I felt like I was
running a marathon, as there was so much to do in his day to day care.
Yet in my marathon there was no winner, and there was definitely no
victory lap.
I'm always aware of how much my life has slowed down
since that day. The majority of my life seemed to come to an end that
day. And trying to regain the pace of life has not been that easy. I
think the main reason for this has been a lack of motivation. I haven't
fully come to a place where life feels worth much of the effort, or that
there could possibly be a payoff worth the effort.
It's not like I
feel this way 24/7. I work hard at my job, and I really feel a sense of
pride when I accomplish a goal or receive positive feedback. I keep my
home together, and have created a new life for myself. I enjoy the
benefits of being close to my family. Yet, with each of these, I still
feel so empty and stagnate.
I think I tend to compartmentalize
each of these areas of my life, and feel the lack of something
significant that should string them all together. At the end of each day
I sit here and wonder if any of the day's events were really worth the
effort, as I just end up in the same place, feeling the same sense of
emptiness.
Okay, this is all terribly depressing. Yet, so is much
of my life. There is really no reason to sugar coat this. I know it
won't be like this forever. Well, I suppose I don't really know that. At
least people tell me it won't always feel this way, and I want to
believe them. Truth be told, I don't expect much to change. I busy
myself with distractions. I put out some effort in hope that something
will change for me. Whether it happens or not is really not in my
control. All I can do us get up each day, go to work, come home, make
dinner, take care of the household, surf the net, and sit.
After
all, sitting is not a bad thing. It is kind of a reward after
accomplishing all the trivial pieces of life that sustain me, but do not
feed me. Some day something, or someone, will come along and give me
reason to get up and do something new.
In the meantime, I'm in no hurry.
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