For a few years now, I often say to friends (and have blogged about before) that time seems strange. It’s fast and it’s slow, both at once. And that’s the way it has continued to seem during these many months when I’ve been silent here.
I’ve still had quite the struggle with anxiety. I’ve still needed to find ways to try to go through the days as best as I can. I’m still spending my time doing what I’ve talked about here before.
Like… time with my husband and our cute Chloe.
Like… time in fresh air.
Like… painting every single day, even if it’s only for a few minutes.
Like… writing. I’m working on a sequel to my novel, New Life in New Melody – and now, in addition to the paperback and kindle, the hardback is available!
Like… talking with friends, and genealogy and historical research, and prayer, and Bible study, and participating again in this year’s #the100dayproject (I’m doing #100daysofcirclesandhearts for my focus this go-round).
So time passes. And sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s not.
But it still seems strange to me.
Fast and slow, both at once.
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Ginger Simpson White 