Hidden truth, isolation, confusion. Things fog symbolizes and it enveloped us for two days.
As autumn weather arrives, so does morning fog.
It was beautiful and eerie to walk through in the dark Thursday morning, as I headed to work (pictured at top).
My head felt foggy the past week, resulting from recent sleeplessness due to things beyond my family’s control, as well as T’s recent challenges.
In these moments, things feel overwhelming and one small thing can be like the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
“We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright!“– 1 Corinthians, 13:12
When I enter a foggy moment, when the view is obscured, my surrounding feels cut off, and the ground feels shaky, I remind myself this is temporary.
I accept that my capacity to address the demands on me is finite and I’ve reached my current limit.
And to breath, because it always passes.
And to refocus on self care.
- Get quiet alone time
- Go to bed early
- Set boundaries with people
- Enjoy something mindless and fun
- Listen to music
- Go for a walk
- Let go of things you can’t control
- Practice gratitude and prayer
Sure enough, by Friday, the fog lifted late morning and the beautiful sunshine came out.
After work, I went for a gym workout, listening to uplifting trance music, including a favourite song by Dutch DJ Ferry Corsten, “Out of the Blue.”
It felt reinvigorating.
On Saturday, the hubby gifted me four hours of free time by taking T to the movie and I napped and watched TV (I highly recommend new horror film, “Barbarian” – so good!).
On Sunday, I returned the favour by going on a hike with T at the Bluffs.
The weather was lovely, probably the last 2022 weekend when we could wear shorts.
It was calming to hear the waves.
Tonight, I made a thank you meal for the hubby, one of his favourites: chicken parmesean.
Like chicken soup, making it was good for the soul.