Estate and sorting stuff at my mum's house continues. Two aborted attempts at starting the painting there. ~sigh~ Everything has felt like a 2 steps forward, one step back and sometimes that is reversed. Life is busy. I wish I could also say it is full. Well, it is full of busy. Does that count? I'm oh so slowly working on returning to my previous daily spiritual routines. I've added the yoga, but I'm not every day yet. I'm tending my altars better. I still play the approach/withdraw with the ancestor altar. It is just too painful some days to give it more than a nod.
I still feel very directionless, which is an odd feeling for me. Last year was so disrupted and so full of my mum's medical and caretaking issues that now I look around and wonder what *was* my routine? I'm working on establishing new ones, but it is damn difficult. The directionless feeling thwarts it. And to make matters worse - I think I've freakin' covered this before in a post a couple of weeks ago. I should go check. I won't. If it is still this much in my head there's a reason. Oh yeah - that would be it needs to be dealt with. Tired ... lots.
My committment. I will get more sleep. This will make me less cranky and more able to sort out who the fuck I am now and who I'd like to be at the end of ... this month? This year? This life? Well, after my nap, anyway. :P~