Post Game Slump ❤️

I could blame the dip in emotions on a football team loss, but admit I don’t get that emotionally invested in football. I cheer for KC, of course, but basketball is really my sport.

Therefore, I can’t really blame this week's funky feelings on a Sunday night game result, but rather outlying issues. These include great memories of cheering on or lamenting the Chiefs seasons with Josh, friends and family over many years, new efforts at unboxing, and recent convos about Josh's life.

This week, especially, I’ve been resorting boxes of clothes and books that were set aside but not gotten rid of when I moved. The time has come to start really figuring out space and sorting forgotten boxes that have made their way to the surface. It’s still hard to look at these and to know what to do.

Items bring a smile and a sting and I find myself at a loss of what to do or how to feel about it all. So instead, I’m in a funky mood, sad, downtrodden seems like a good word. Is it a season of lament surfacing again?

Even as I give myself permission to feel this - I don’t like it. Should I like feeling sad though? No.

I acknowledge it. I share it and I continue on living in the knowledge.

For some reason the line from Moulin Rouge pops in my mind and even in the sorrow I smile, because it’s true and life giving.

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.”