If you happen to be one of the people who has attempted communication with me recently and heard nothing in reply, I AM SO SORRY. I owe you a more personal apology at some point – but for now, I am just trying to dig myself out.
Sometimes, all we can do just has to be “good enough.” I look forward to the day when I can do well again – when I have time to read and write and think and dream, when I can fill up my spirit, when I can work toward some things that I find important, when I can be witty and quick and heartfelt, when I can catch up with people.
But lately, all I can summon the brainpower to do is to sit staring at the dining room wall and spelling the word “queue” out loud.
Q-U-E-U-E. Q-U-E-U-E. Q-U-E-U-E.
Instead of reading my words, I highly recommend that you go read my friend Sarah’s story. She has posted every day this week, and has kept me on the edge of my seat. Start with Part 1, and then move to Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. I am flattened by her candor, and inspired by her courage.