Day 3 always seems to be the hardest with jet lag. Felix did fantastic on the airplane (although he did not sleep once during the whole trip) and it has only been slightly rocky with getting him back on his rhythm since we've arrived in Vermont. Seriously, I cant complain. Look at that blue sky. The temperature is in the 70's. But today, day 3, it is really hitting me and I am feeling pretty exhausted.
When I decided that I would start blogging again I promised myself I would blog with a purpose. I wanted to write about subjects that concern me, that concern the world. I wanted to lead people to articles, videos, ideas that would challenge or confirm their convictions. I figured that by sharing what I am struggling with and working on, I was making the world just a tad bit smaller and maybe just a little bit better. I've said before that there are tons of ideas floating around inside of my head but, right now, when I try to find the energy to face them - it's not there.
I've got to let go because I still want to blog and I know that I'll find the time to write blog posts that are meaningful to me on a deeper level than just a peek into my everyday life. I've got to let go of this guilt for only posting things that I consider superficial just like I've got to let go of Felix eating perfectly for this whole trip - he may eat only pasta and mashed potatoes, and that's ok. I've got to believe that the tiny moments are important and can touch others just as I've got to remember that I am on vacation; I'm here to be with my family and I need to shut down this computer when I can. I've got to allow myself to post this but then tomorrow decide to completely change my mind.
So, while I continue to struggle to find my voice and the energy to do what I want to do, I'll keep throwing up random photos and links and hope that they bring a little beauty into the world. I definitely believe Small is Beautiful. (Thanks to the Shutter Sisters, again, for reminding me of it.)
(One thing that is really odd for me right now is that back in Paris, where it was only slightly warm, all the trees were flowering, buds were bursting, the tulips were almost over, while here it feels like summer but everything is so brown. It feels quite strange.)