I caught Covid in October 2020 and from then on, I haven't been able to get my feet back under me. I tried to keep going to the gym, but I caught Covid again in 2021 and in 2022. They were less severe each time, but I was still pretty sick.
The last year I didn't put in much effort. Managing pain was a priority. So was reading my Bible and praying more often. I made plans to do several writing assignments. Everything fell apart.
Somewhere in 2024, my finances collapsed, and I was floundering to get from one month to the next dealing with home repairs and auto repairs and medical issues. And just paying the bills was scary. I have to tell you I was at the end of my rope. When Amanda moved in it relieved some of the pressure. Last year would have been impossible without her support. She required lodging; I required funds; thus, I took a boarder—something I'd not previously envisioned. It has worked so well and she's a great house mate.
Other cost-saving measures provided relief; thankfully, God is mindful of our needs. He is always faithful, even when we falter.
I feel like I'm in a stagnant place; not moving forward or backward. Just stuck. Maybe the best thing to do is pull up a stool and sit down. Sometimes all you can do is wait. I have nowhere to go, so ... I'll wait.
