We’re going to get a little out of control
I was talking about my mom and her condition to a good friend, and my friend said, “She’s doing better now, right?” And I said, “Yeah, well but then what? What’s happens now?” And my friend said, “Well, the hardest part of this is not having any control over that answer.” And there you have it.
It’s the question I’ve been asking on a time loop that has become like a rutted groove in my brain – what happens now? when it comes to all things about my mother, it always seem to set me up as having to answer that question.
Now is not the time to fall on old habits, it’s the time to find new directions and new ways of handling. Stress be damned.
The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions. ~ Ellen Glasgow