I really don’t know what to do when things are broken and Mother’s Day creeps up and everywhere are photos and flowers and gatherings and sunshine. I don’t know what to do, except wait for Monday. Books have been arriving here lately at an alarming rate, a rate much faster than reading speed. Maybe this is a weekend to get lost in one and stay off social media. A weekend to paint, to play music. Church, which I love, is a huge gamble. Game-time decision there.
There are times when muddling through is the best you can do. Muddling through is an underrated skill. I used to be blind to those who muddled through. I once was blind, but now I see. And maybe this sight will be useful to me in some way. I’m sure it will. I’m just not sure how. But I have faith.