When words are few

My week has been full. My heart has felt full. And it's hard to capture anything cohesive to write out. It makes me sad when things get to me and those keep me from writing - I love to write. Sometimes life seems to squeeze out the parts of me I wish it wouldn't.

I only have a few words of what my week has looked like and I'm hoping the later part of this weekend will provide me with some rest and quiet.

Rheumatologist.

Bloodwork. X-rays. Fun times.

Hope.

Healing.

Disappointment.

No internet at work.

Tax forms.

Unexpected bills in the mail.

Going to the gym.

Vegetables.

Planning a party.

Toddler sized meltdowns.

Guilt.

Honest conversation.

Real friends.

Holding things in.

Conflict.

Resolution.

Heavy, heavy traffic.

Frustration.

"Keep smiling."

Another friend moving away.

Lonely.

Needing more stillness.

Blah.

Work chaos.

Tommy caught shaving. Oh Lord.

Errands, busyness.

Winter. Cold. Wanting for warmth.

Aching, longing, waiting.

Friday.

*sigh*