This photo shows Lake Wylie, a lovely body of water located on the border of North Carolina and South Carolina, on a rainy December morning.
The colors of the leaves are subdued, except for the golden ones to the right of the photo. It was cold on the day this photo was taken, and a light drizzle coated everything it touched.
I’ve been in a bit of a fog the last few years. Oh, I can’t complain. I am blessed. I would simply like to find a way to be clear in my thoughts and not feel so rushed for most of the day. Each morning is a rush of waking, school/work, rush home to pick up children and then grab a bite to eat – which is normally fast food. Unless my husband is home, and then he will usually cook. (Did I mention I’m blessed?)
So, my usual rushing and visiting McDonald’s too many times a week, brings on the tired feelings. Oh, and once my head hits the pillow, I fall into a deep sleep and then start all over again the next day.
When I look at this photo I took last weekend, I can relate to the fog and to the dreariness.
I look forward to tomorrow and the next days (God willing) when I can report that my creative juices are flowing (pardon the cliche) and provide something interesting, instead of griping.
But, be warned… I am an expert griper.
I will try to hide it… I promise.
So, until next time, look for something you enjoy and do it. And don’t let your every day ordinary wear you too thin.