I started out wanting to share my French-y goat cart filled with tulips and forsythia, but then I started writing and this post just tumbled out. I'm just a bundle of emotions this last few weeks. It's not the staying home that is the problem because I haven't been out a lot this last 9 months, but I guess it's the idea that we
can't, and all the unknowns that go with that.
I want to be honest here, and not put on a happy "mask". I think the last thing we all need is being made to feel like the emotions we are dealing with are wrong or inconsequential. Some of us are doing good and handling it in stride, but if you're having a difficult time that's OK too. We shouldn't be afraid to admit it.