I was going to start this post with something like, “I’ve been home for three weeks, but I am still incapable of anything creative,” and then I paused to double check my timeline. It has not been three weeks. It has only been a week and a half. I think this says a lot about my tendency to expect too much of myself.
I’m still so mentally exhausted. And socially exhausted. Which is a real curse, because there are so many people in Illinois (including my awesome friend Michal Ann, who flew here for a few days to see me while I’m stateside), and I genuinely do want to see them. But I feel so empty, and it takes so much energy just to cash checks at a drive-through bank, let alone spend extended periods of time with people, let alone write creative blog posts.
But I’m (slowly) working on a year-end review, much like the end of 2015. So although there won’t be new content this week, expect daily posts beginning next Monday! And here are some pictures of Michal and I being idiots, to tide everyone over.
It Is Trish 
Yup. Expecting too much. The adrenaline has been depleted. The body hasn’t adjusted completely to the new time, let alone banks, stores, and everything that you “expect” to be easy. So many people delighted to see you and wanting to hear everything. Change is not easy, especially when we expect it to be familiar and it sort of isn’t. Prayers!
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Thank you, Darlene. I’m going to try to remember this!
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