It must be a cliche. I must have heard it any number of times. What if the light at the end of the tunnel is a train coming your way? Or what if the end of the tunnel is just a small stretch of road before entering another tunnel. And this whole going through tunnels thing implies a continuing journey-- a journey with no end.
Unless you are talking about that end-of-life tunnel that people who have had near-death experiences describe. Then I guess it may not be without end. But who knows.
This is a bit abstract. In the concrete world, I think things in general are mostly going okay. I am still feeling like me. I am still taking meds regularly. I am starting to track my food/exercise daily.
But there is still the backlog. The years of neglect of self and surroundings. Mild, benign neglect. But over years it compounds. Which means now I am nowhere near as physically healthy as I would like to be. And my home is nowhere near as uncluttered as I would like it to be. And there are many more things that need fixing than I would like to have unfixed.
I have still not done some things that I was going to do. And I can't remember what they were. Oh yes. Allergist. And Eye doctor. Flu vaccine for the children. Pneumovax for me.
This weekend I want to make one trip to the dump. And one trip to the Goodwill. With a full van. That will make me feel a bit better; breathe a bit easier.
Grateful Crap: All the things that are going perfectly fine. Having a job and a house and a family and a faith community.
took meds in the morning
cut myself a break
Quaker, teacher, parent,