Therapy

Writing is therapy for me.  I don't know why I don't do it more often.  I'm dealing poorly right now.  I have no idea why.  I'm in a happy marriage, I have great kids....I just don't know.  I started off this year with a bang toward my goals and in the last week I've let go of every single one of them.  I have no idea why I'm feeling so out of sorts.  It makes no sense to me.  I don't really feel depressed but I have absolutely no motivation.  Everything seems so out of reach for me.  I believe in working for what you want to achieve but a couple weeks of effort just drains me and I don't know why.  I'm not a quitter at heart but I lose heart and slowly let it all go....it's like watching the light at the end of a tunnel...only mine gets dimmer and farther away. 

I guess I'm dealing with a lot right now.  Nothing bad but stressful all the same.  It's showing up in the kids too.  They're progress is slowing.  We've got so much going on with our move coming up and I feel completely powerless over it.  Reuben leaves for school in March and we have no idea where we'll be going until he's at school.  So pretty much we find out in April and move in May.  We also have instructions not to get a place to live until he reports...so we'll be living in a stinking hotel for who knows how long.  Then, I have all my volunteer work...which I LOVE...but it's just added in there with all I have to do while I'm thinking about all that I have to do with the move.  I think when we move I'm not going to do quite as much volunteer work.  Maybe dedicate myself to ONE avenue and leave the rest alone. 

There's a lot of internal stuff going on as well over the last month.  Nothing that I'm going to get into online.  But just be in prayer for me if you can please.