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Catching the Rabbit


It has been weeks since I posted a blog. I feel like I am the greyhound chasing the electronic rabbit. I cannot catch up. There have been times in my life when I felt unable to "get it all done" or felt overwhelmed. This is different. It is more elusive. I feel like I almost have a handle on things, like I am making incremental progress, but I am not quite close enough. There is always more.

When I look back over the last month and how many activities and events I have attended, volunteer work, community activism, meeting new people, trying to find a place to live, filling out applications, viewing properties, visiting with friends, attending meetings and in between doing my work - well, there hasn't been much time left for writing my thoughts and feelings. Although, I will admit that it would behoove me to make that the top of my list instead of the end of it. And that I am the only one who can make that choice.

Like right now, I have to be ready to leave the house in 30 minutes - made-up, sunblock on, lunch packed, filing done, and online banking completed. Yet, here I am sneaking in a few minutes of relaxing delight. Expression. Self-expression, freedom to say what I want in whatever way pleases me. No criticism of my grammar or stream of conscious methods. Just letting it flow. The way I want my life to flow. I want the tension in my shoulders to release and the Sisyphean to-do's to flop off, the cerebral burdens to ease. And I know it can happen.

Breathe. Breathe. Let go and know that life is more than catching up and if the greyhound really did catch that rabbit - it would be electrocuted.

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