Friday, December 3, 2010
There is an internal battle flailing within my chest, which is bound up tight with both anger and angst. We received an offer on the lake house the day before Thanksgiving. Negotiations are ensuing because it is what we have to do. There are no threads of happiness to be found just now, and the only words I have are whining words. So, I will be silent for a bit. Silent and journaling (on real paper with real pen) and considering my own next steps. I'll return to post when inspiration of any sort hits me but for now please know that I will be reading your blogs, delighting in your adventures, reveling in your sightings, and sighing at your photography. Take care, my bloggy friends.