Week 6-Resistance

From the amount of resistance surfacing this week, my husband’s observations about “warm hands, cold heart” must have had more than a bit of truth to it.

My out loud reading of everything night before last sounded more like a dirge than anything. En-thooo-zee-az-ummm was completely absent. It’s still at an ebb, but I know it will be back. I’m much more a HEM reader, even that was missing.

I’m sure much of this results from spending all of October traveling (tired), my husband’s ongoing health issues, and unexpectedly having to spend time at our San Antonio house, which we have mostly moved out of (for our dream home), but husband’s medical team has not been shifted to Central Texas yet, so this is where we are. It’s only a problem because we planned for a quick turn around trip for an appointment on Monday, so we only have one vehicle here, only two of eight cats (they are on towers, so are okay for a few days), and other niggling things. We’ll fix these problems this weekend, but I’m feeling quite out of sorts for now.

I have several compasses at the Central Texas house, so I’ll find one this weekend. Movie posters are started but in progress.

I’m still thrilled to be living our dream, even though I’m “welcoming obstacles for they are my challenge.”