Hope in the In-Between

A cold, windy autumn day.

The kind that gets into your bones and makes everything feel a bit harder than it should.

Yesterday I dug up a heap of dirt, a job that turned into many and now it’s sitting, waiting.

Like everything else.

There’s always something around the house.

You clear one thing, and three more appear.

It never really ends.

And in the middle of that, still waiting.

Discharged, but not better.

Just more waiting.

For results.

For the right medication.

For someone to properly connect the dots.

It’s an in-between space.

Not fixed. Not resolved. Just sitting in it.

So today isn’t about getting everything done.

Maybe it’s just about containing it.

Move the dirt into a pile.

Make it manageable.

Then step away.

Go for a drive.

Find somewhere to walk.

Let the cold air hit and clear the head for a bit.

The jobs will still be there.

But maybe I won’t feel so stuck in them.