Linda is hosting our Spiritual Journey Thursday this month.
Her theme is the word "turn";
I almost didn't write today. I haven't written much this summer, save for these first Thursdays. I usually post book musings on Mondays through the summer, and Slice of Life posts on Tuesdays throughout the year. I just couldn't find the motivation or the muse post-May. My half-written post for my first Monday on the work calendar languishes in the queue, my compulsion for timeliness preventing me from finishing it and posting late. It's made me question if I should even continue those posts, and maybe just concentrate on Wednesday library updates. My thoughts are turning, turning,...not quite turned out.
It's been over three very long years of wondering how things will turn out. Pandemic surges and deaths, lockdowns, remote work and school have turned into teacher shaming and shortages and delayed academic learning and stilted social skills among children. This beginning of the school year, though better in job fillings, is still feeling the pinch. And I just saw a commercial from Moderna reminding us that COVID is still present as a top-five cause of death in our country. So we are still in the process of turning, turning,...not quite turned out.
I received hard news this week, and I am in a state of "and": grateful and appreciative of the strategizing done to support me, worried and saddened by the impact the changes will undoubtedly have. My feelings are turning, turning,...not quite turned out.
Reading back over this post, I am hesitant to publish it. I am not wont to adding burdens to anyone's psyche, nor am I prone to toxic positivity. I consider myself an optimistic realist, but in this moment, my outlook is turning, turning,...not quite turned out.
I pray that when it does turn out, it hasn't been turned around.
"No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit." --Helen Keller
