It seems like when I think things are swinging into peaceful, non-weird, non-dramatic times, something chaotic, weird, and dramatic happens. Then I can’t sleep because I’m worried about it. Then all my senses are on edge, and I’m cranky.
As time goes on, it get easier to roll with the punches. Recovery time is less. I become more resilient.
In all these times, I am thankful for the love of my family. I’m also grateful that we live in the country. Scenes like a combine harvesting are a comfort, even if in a picture. I love our life here, even if life can get messy.