Sitting here, I wish I published a little further in advance. I’m not good about that though, because I like to write in the moment and feel that the moments will not pack the same punch if read about months after they happen. Here is it December as I write this, if I write about holiday stuff and post in February that would be weird. To battle that weirdness, I am not posting too far ahead. A week at most. I think this tact is better than trying to make up feelings/thoughts/ramblings about February in December. The struggle to be consistent happens when LIFE happens. And 2020 has been LIFE on steroids. It is crazy how much we have all gone through together and yet separately all at the same time. And the hits keep on coming.
I am doing my best to keep up my weekly journal if nothing else. I missed a few weeks in November. I’m not regretting the gap though, as I needed to deal with LIFE. December is bringing even more LIFE, but I decided to keep on pace because I realized that if I had kept journaling in November, the LIFE part wouldn’t have felt so bad. Keeping myself sane is becoming more important in dealing with LIFE.
Sanity, what is that nowadays? Is it something we can only imagine now? Or is it that sanity is today what insanity used to be? My favorite quote is from Edgar Allen Poe and seems to fit so well: “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
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