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Sometimes, it’s just life. There’s nothing to report worth reporting, or it feels like that, anyway.
Sometimes, the things worth reporting are hard things. And you don’t feel like sharing.
I’m okay, we’re okay, everything is okay. But… it feels a little hard.
I choose to believe this is what we call, “Refilling the well.”
My friend Rachel laughed at me recently, when I whined about how I’m not writing well and I’m cranking, and watching too much TV. She said, “Laurel, this is part of your process. You do this a lot.”
I’d like to believe that’s so.
But for now, it’s about to be summer. The boys are finishing school, and I’m about to do a few last school visits before the end of the year. So we’re all heading north. In our new car, which is a 97 Volvo wagon.
I will eat snowballs in Baltimore. I will stare at the harbor. I will wander around, and take the two lanes. And laugh and reset my brain.
As is my process. I guess.
Happy summer, everyone!