Gathering: Homespun Essays from Beech Tree Lane

It is doable

It is doable. It is not always enjoyable. At all. But it is doable. You can harness your thoughts as you sit and wait for the world to return to normal. Novel. New. Unknown. We are experiencing life-interruptous. For some, this is a first interruption in the mundane, routine, normal, known. For others, this is just another, left turn, right turn in a long list of twists and turns. But it is doable. We can take up a new hobby. Garden, in a pot, one bulb, just a few seeds. Nothing large. We can sew, knit, paint, write, draw, cook. Read a good book. Be a good neighbor, from a distance. We can walk, do sit-ups. We can wait. We can phone friends. We can clean, rearrange the furniture, sing and dance. I am offering an excerpt from an essay I wrote, “Diagnosis,” published in Gathering: Homespun Essays from Beech Tree Lane. I hope you are journaling. Someone will want to know what you did and how you improved your life and grew during “life-interruptous 2020.” And it IS doable.