Just as we have experienced our long drought this past summer, and are still feeling the effects, my life seems to have become a drought of feeling, creativity, color. Words do not come to me any longer and my eyes don’t want to look. I am entering a season, I know. It is a season that I have weathered before. There are more lows than highs and it feels monochromatic. I am tired. I ache. If I cared enough, I would be heartsick. My marriage is all but finished for me and I don’t care to work on the dead hulk of it any longer. I am frustrated and tethered to a man who ignores the fact that I am ignoring him, who acts as though nothing is wrong and who refused to get help. I don’t want help any longer. I just want out, away, far away.
The only colors in my life are Michael and Samantha. And for now, they are color enough.
Appearing Closer 
*Hugs*
My sweet, you bring so much color into my life and others’–let us help keep you from falling into emotional colorblindness. Much love to you, and peace.
xoxo
My color is returning, sweet Kathryn. I just have to keep working at it.