I have been absent from the blogging world for two months. It has been a combination of things that prevented me from being motivated to write. I found myself doing what I usually do when I am becoming increasingly depressed, I isolate myself and keep my feelings inside. I don't advise this method of coping to anyone. Between pain, depression, extreme fatigue, family issues and financial problems it all just became too much.
I literally had to force my body to get out to walk Maggie, our 6 month old puppy. It was during those walks that I was able to do a great deal of thinking. The puppy of course would run and romp and have a grand time which did make me smile.
During our walks I seemed to be compelled to notice all the green thistles in the field. Everything else is preparing for winter and has turned brown but those prickly thistles hang on to the bitter end I guess. At first I looked at them negatively remembering the pain of stepping on them as a child and trying to rid the yard of them.
It may seem like a weird revelation for me to have but I soon looked forward to seeing this sturdy plant that exhibits the will to endure, tenacity and the capability of protecting itself with those sharp prickles.
My prickly new friends soon made me realize I needed to develop their strong qualities, minus the prickles. Although during the winter I don't shave my legs as often so I do have my share of prickles.
I had let myself sink to low and felt no purpose, no endurance and a definite lack of tenacity. So as silly as it may seem the thistles have been my therapists lately and have helped me try to look at all aspects of my life with more enthusiasm and positivity. I am a work in progress and isn't that what life is all about?