Inspiration has eluded me recently, which is why it’s taken a while to make this post. Progress on the camper has happened, albeit slowly. I’ve made some good, positive changes in the process of creating my best life.
The camper and I have been spending time apart from each other lately. It’s being an asshole and I’m being stubborn, or maybe I’m avoiding confrontation. I can’t blame the camper. It’s experienced so much neglect and trauma; I guess it deserves to be an asshole. We will get through it together and our relationship will be stronger, but right now we’re experiencing a rocky phase.
Progress on the camper feels like it’s going slowly. It seems that I’m taking off every other day because of rain and have to end those workdays covering the camper in tarps to prevent the certain soaking. Some days I just don’t feel like working as hard as is required. Sometimes the required brain power and positivity needed are just too much. Besides that, it’s spring and the yard and gardens are calling me.
Words, words, words—spinning through my head as I measure, cut, and connect. One word can have two or more meanings. Sister, tool, support, and skin are some of the words with multiple meanings that flow through my mind while I’m working. Support is one of the most crucial.
I’m a control freak. I admit it. I like everything to follow my rules and to go as I plan. Lately, it seems that every plan I make completely falls apart. If I’m to believe in the Proverb, God has been laughing at me a lot lately.