Today: A Mournful Word Doodle
I crawl into bed. It’s only 1:30 in the afternoon. I toss and turn. The covers around me become muddled, a noose for a tired body too tired to continue fighting with untangling her abnormally long limbs.
I ache, drifting to and fro in the realms of a dark conscious. A place full of regret and disdain, and yet a glimmer of hope for a brighter tomorrow. The pillow feels cool against my hot damp skin, a place of rest, release.
The fan blows my hair gently across the sheets, reminding me of the fleeting nature of this period of my life. What was is now gone, and what will be may blow in any moment. One must simply, or not so simply wait for the winds to change.
Today I didn’t pace the floor or sob till my sides ached. Today I did not let the tears pour like salt filled waterfalls. My eyes are tired but clear, from staring intently at the horizon waiting for the tides to change. Today I will let my eyes rest in this bed, at 1:30 in the afternoon. The tides will change when they wish, and my body needs rest to be ready.
Today’s post is a heartfelt doodle of the tougher times in life and how we all need rest to get through them. Myself included.
Georgia Caroline is a wife, believer, and fur mom chronicling her journey as she and her family move to a new town and begin a new career — all in the name of giving in to the impossible. Email her at mrsgeorgiacaroline@gmail.com
