…if only for a little while.
When Paul left for India I honestly thought I’d be a bloggin’ fool. I’d have all this time on my hands to write posts and read posts and yadda-yadda; but it hasn’t quite worked out that way. It’s not like I don’t have the time. Lord knows I have plenty of time; it’s just me and the dog every evening and most weekends. But for whatever reason I’ve dug this hole for myself and don’t want to peek out of it. I didn’t even try a month ago when that damn Punxsutawney Phil took a look see to tell us how long Old Man Winter would be hanging around.
When I’ve tried to analyze why I’m reacting this way all I can compare it to is the whole nesting thing that expectant mothers do in their last trimester…they wait.
So I wait, and my life is on hold while Paul is gone. Sure, I participate in the everyday goings on, but I feel at a loss. No, that’s not true. What I actually feel is lost. And if lost were the ‘cake’, the ‘icing' would be that his 4 – 6 month assignment has now been changed to a year or two.
So there’s this part of me that’s burrowed into a hole, but there’s another that knows I need to get on with it. I know that blogging would help but I just need a swift kick in the ass. Any volunteers?