The waters are still a little murky. Not tossing about like waves, nor turbulent. Just kind of bothered at the surface. It's hard to explain, so most of the time I don't really try. Life is rich and full. My days are filled with goodness and laughter... but then there's this dull rippling. A shroud of tired that I wear under my jeans and tees, my fancy finery, my nightclothes. I can't seem to remove it. And as of late, I can't seem to hide it for very long. What a blessing it is to have family and friends who make things that could be difficult... well, easier. Such understanding surrounds me that I am in awe.
So, how strange that with all of these wonderful people around, I seem to want to be alone more. I feel a deep need for solitude which I'm trying hard to fit into our busy schedule. Ahem.
Either God is telling me something... or it's menopause.