Crazy Town

To say that the last year has been crazy seems like such an understatement. I’m tired. I feel worn out. Battered, bruised. I find myself needing to remind myself (often) that I am still standing, and that means something.

The world seems crazier. And, not in a good way. But rather in an out-of-controlled, messy way, and my fix-it personality seems to be struggling between jumping in and staying out.

I have needed more time in the mountains, finding quiet moments at the ocean, listening to the cries of the seagulls and crashing waves.

For perhaps the first time in my life, I feel like I’m staring down two paths, without the energy to choose either one. I know eventually, I will have to get up and take one on… but for today, I feel pretty content postponing it all until I feel stronger. Struck by how content I feel among the wild things. For it is here that I worry less, breathe deeper, and feel hopeful.

I know the key for my next season is to find more moments in the wild and less time in crazy town.

Published by renegroom

I am a wife, mom, granny and freelance writer and photographer living in Washington State Wine Country. I love to write about the amazing things I see, and the brilliant people I meet down the dirt roads of life.

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