I woke this morning to freezing fog.  Heavy with moisture and coating everything like a donut dipped in sugar glaze.

The fog matches my mood.  My head is foggy, slow and grey.  I can’t settle to anything.  I’d rather be curled up in bed with some music and a good book.

This week a huge thing that has been hovering over me and my family disappeared.  For nearly 18 months it has been the gorilla in the corner of the room, always threatening to go nuts and destroy everything.  Now it is gone, settled and I’m a little lost.

I’m realizing the thing was an excuse to keep from moving forward.  Even if it was bad, it was a certainty, an anchor that I held onto.  Without it I’m back in the stream.  Why is it we hold onto the bad things in our lives more tightly that the good?

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