The last ten weeks have whirled by in a blur as we made room in our home for additional family members in a divorce situation. The impressions coming out of that tornado are of washing dishes, washing towels, organizing, moving furniture, organizing, moving furniture, cooking, washing dishes, moving furniture……and some very special times with very special people.

There were a few times that I felt like blogging (creatively speaking), but I purposely abstained. I knew that anything I posted would be scrutinized for content that could be misapplied. So, I waited for that deadline that would give me more freedom to be myself. Alas, all that time spent waiting was wasted, as the deadline is no more, and now those words can never be spoken. That is sad, because they were fresh, new words. Now not only are they not spoken, I’m not sure they are even applicable any longer.

I don’t usually go around quoting Tina Turner. But, the quote I added to “Enough Said” is very appropriate for me right now. I completely put myself away for the last ten weeks, focusing on taking care of others. I took myself to my physical limit. Now it’s over, with no resolution, so I am taking Tina’s advice to purge it. Out of that purging comes a fierce sense of creativity. I have a lot to let out.

I also have a fierce need to figure things out. So, what better place to positively direct those efforts than genealogy research? I have been shutting myself away in my office and focusing on looking for dead people. Ha! If you aren’t a genie buff, you won’t understand this at all. But, I am having a ball picking up my research. Not only is my research going very well, but I am deeeeeeeep into organizing mode–my office setup as well as my filing system.

With God working on me, I usually land on my feet. I hope He doesn’t get tired of “righting” me when I go upside down. My life is just so different than anything I ever envisioned, and the selfish part of me fights hard to protect me from my real life. This season too shall pass, but every season that passes leaves more scars on my heart. How many scars can one heart wear before wearing out? I guess I’ll have to get back to you on that one.