heavy

My heart is heavy.  My mind is heavy.  I’m not drinking, but it’s hard.

I work in a field/position that has been directly affected by the school shooting in Connecticut.  I was at a conference most of the weekend – it was good, but demanding.  My car was broken in to.  Everything is okay, but it’s hard to sit in the driver’s seat and know that some meth-head took some of my stuff and knows my name and address.

I’m okay.  I’m calm.  I’m hurting for myself and for others.  It’s just a heavy time.