This morning, I return to the keyboard, both here and with my novel.
I´m restless due to irritating pain in my left hip, the side effect of osteoarthritis, and I can already here at 9 a.m. feel that today will be one of the sensitive days.
Last night, there was a sing along show on TV, where some of our many talented artists performed live for free. Tonight, another show says thank you to the people who keep the rest of us going.
I know I will cry my heart out, as I did last night, while trying to sing along. The way people are beginning to help each other touches me. For it has been a rare thing the last many years.
And it is about time to change that.
So I write my Saturday blues and feel strangely changed. I live in a changed world, and yesterday is forever gone.
In the midst of all this, I learn to trust my gut instinct, I learn to cope well with my ailments, and I learn to believe in other people again.
And I have changed, too. My new morning routine is to sing along when they transmit the new morning sing along show. It´s only fifteen minutes of my time, and I know that many thousands do the same thing.
After a fresh-brewed cup of coffee, I walk my little, wise old dog in the garden, put the ear plugs in, and begin to write something with meaning to me.
In the weekend, there is no home school, so here I will try to use the time to work on my novel that has been delayed a bit due to this terrible time.
Yesterday evening, I just didn´t have anything to say. I was emotionally overwhelmed by the beauty in the music that was played live on TV. And very tired after a long week with homework and play with the kids.
So, I skipped my weekly blog post and decided to keep on writing like a personal diary. When all of this is over, I´ll have to decide how to return to the original aims of this blog.
But for now, writing when it feels right works fine for me.
Writing my Saturday blues is a dance to the rhythm of happy party music, for I need a positive spark in my mind today. And sitting down, dancing to the beats, is good therapy, both for my aching hip and my mood.
My husband just went out in the garden where he will be for the next couple of hours. I will go there too, a little later, for shorter periods of time. Today is my day off, so I can recharge and be prepared for the coming week.
Where we all will return to these new routines with the kids that became necessary two weeks ago. And I just feel that there will be quite a few weeks yet before this is over.
In fifteen minutes there is morning sing along, together, but apart. And then it is time for opening chapter three in my novel.
Have a blessed, beautiful day, wherever you are.
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