I'm not sure exactly what I should write here. I know that there have got to be some folks at this site who are feeling down, either in general, or for specific reasons.
For some reason I was thinking it might be nice if folks had a place to vent, to post about their feelings, or to just talk about issues that are troubling or making them feeling down.
Anyway, I hope you'll use this space to share or to vent.
As for me, I had a good weekend. I spent a lot of time having fun with my kids. We played outside. We played with quite a few of my son's new birthday presents. He is so fun, I love it. We hung out with the neighborhood kids playing sports. We had a good time at a neighbor's house on Saturday, the adults playing poker, while the kids watched a movie (or two). We went to my daughter's soccer game and end-of-the-year party.
Really, it was a good weekend, and I'm exceedingly grateful to have spent the whole weekend hanging out with the kids.
I also spent some time, however, doing things that ended up making me feel a little sad. Namely, I gardened in the backyard under the apple tree, a task which nobody had tackled for years. The debris was substantial.
And under the debris I found memories.
I found the old wind chime with the fairy decals, decayed by god knows how many years of weather, lying under too many layers of soil.
I found what seems like an ancient toy, one my nearly teen-aged daughter played with when she was four.
I found all of the metal stakes my wife had carefully and deliberately placed with love, marking at the time plants that are now long dead or gone.
I found a messy, organic chaos to which my wife used to attend. It now sat wild and ferel, the years of neglect clearly apparent.
It felt like I was excavating the last decade of what used to be my life, and frankly, I wished I had just hired a neighborhood kid to dig up the crap under the apple tree for me. It was a little too much.
And it made me very sad.
Blah, blah, blah. Anyone else feel like sharing?