Yesterday – Sunday – a day of rest – was anything but. After biking, then watering the plants that were slumping in the 105 degree heat and humidity – I spent the afternoon working, trying to organize the myriad of topics that I am covering and find a game plan because the one I have isn’t working for me. In the evening, what was going to be a small supper with J, turned into another little get together – first here, then on the porch and then we migrated to the bayou with lanterns and the grill.
Somewhere along the way I found myself involved in side conversations that hinted of that quiet desperation we all know so well – when I said I couldn’t be there for a friend because I don’t have the emotional resources yet, and then one person echoed it within all he has been through, and still another said she doesn’t know if she can get it all together.
One of my out of town friends called and said happily she is on Lexipro. And that her new girlfriend’s friends did an intervention on them the other day because they are miffed that she has taken the girlfriend away from her circle of friends and my friend fears she is too depressed to kind of handle all of it.
Yet somewhere in here is the hustle and bustle of going about our business – working, socializing, reflecting – all while treading water.