Birth, Death and Vacuuming: Life Goes On

It's been more than a week since we lost our kitty. Last week, we learned my daughter is having a girl. This week marks the third week since I returned to retail. Between both jobs, I'm working roughly 60 hours a week, working somewhere seven days a week.

I'm a 12-stepper, and if ever I've felt the urge to draw on the Serenity Prayer, it's now. I need the courage to change the things I can, acceptance for the things I cannot change, and the wisdom to know the difference. Over the years, the simplicity, the cliche-ness of those lines that at times I recited on cue, take on renewed meaning.

Today, I had a day off. I spent a good portion of the morning purging, cleaning, organizing. Yep, I spent the morning trying to clean my life into some kind of order because all around me all I see is my world turned upside down. My weight is up, my peace has left the building, and my primary relationships are shifting, not fitting, feeling foreign to me.

And what does this kind of blog entry, after days of missing in action, sound like to you? Sounds like a woman teetering on the cliff to me, and I'm not sure she's going to fly and soar when she leaps.

Stay tuned.