Slow Days

Life seems to move at a pace that is slow right now.

The waiting and limbo thing becomes intolerable at moments, and I am working to come up with ways to fill my days.

Today I'm waiting for a ride, so I'm puttering around my space in Grandma's basement.

I feel like words are coming slowly, too, as I wrestle my way through big issues.

Stuff that isn't formed for sharing, but more for pondering.

I make daily 5 lists throughout the day in my iphone, and add them to the blog at night.

I read blogs, and emails.  I write, though often not for public consumption.

And I move slowly, slowly, slowly forward.

Committed to that forward movement.

Maybe the slow days are okay right now, even when they're the brutally hard ones. 

Maybe I can live, and even thrive in this place.

Most days I'm not all that sure.  But today, on this particular slow day, I think it might be possible.