Sluggish. That's how I've been feeling following a month of terrible news.
First we were hit with the unexpected realization of a badly worded resale certificate, resulting in a roller coaster in the real estate world.
Then we got more news that hit us on a financial front.
Following that came the explosion following the Brock Turner rape case.
And finally an alligator attack and news in this community about much wanted children lost too soon.
By Friday all my body wanted to do was sleep. Sleep to heal. Sleep to find peace as me being conscious wasn't bringing any.
Growing up, I remember venturing out into the world following a severe storm. People would cautiously pick their way through the debris, assessing the damage and making note of what was salvageable. But what I also remember is a sense of slowness that would come. Some referred to it as the calm and make note of the peace that had finally returned. But that never felt right. Instead it was a period of blah; a moment where "why do I care?" seemed to be on everyone's lips.
A tipping point.
Walking out into the world today, I still feel that tipping point. Those moments where others seem to walk through a haze of not knowing to care. My body still feels it too.
And I wonder, what will be the rally call to dispense of these blahs? What will wake the world up from the numbness of the pain? Usually there are multiple messages. The question is, which one will win out?