By Lisa Huddleston

The least bit of change in my routine can really throw me. For two weeks I have been fighting bursitis (can you say, “OLD?”) so I have been out of my regular exercise pattern, and now it is Fall Break–no volunteering at the Adult Learning Center. I’m sad to say I’m floundering. What a great word–yes, I’m flopping like a big, flat fish gasping on the shore! Flop flop gasp gasp. Who will rescue me from this body of death? How can I kick myself in the pants and get moving?

But there are times when you can’t help slowing down a little. I didn’t ask for bursitis, but I sure am not doing much to fight against it other than complaining a lot and taking way too much ibuprofen. I really could be taking advantage of my extra hours by washing my filthy windows or even vacuuming the rugs. But what have I been doing? Reading, knitting coffee cup cozies (really cute!), and generally wasting time. (Have I mentioned my shoulder is also hurting?) I can feel the pounds packing on my “muffin top cozy” just in time for a long winter’s nap. Flop flop.


Even my reading hasn’t done me much good although the books themselves have been wonderful (Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson and A Year of Biblical Womanhood, by Rachel Held Evans.) Both caused my natural melancholy to well up over years I may or may not have wasted in misguided although well-meaning directions. Gasp gasp.

Thank goodness for afternoon plans with some new and old friends and a home group gathering tonight–ironically to finish a discussion of Timothy Keller’s book, The Freedom of Self-Forgetfulness. Hilarious! Not the book but … yeah.

Oh my, just maybe my daughter was right when she compared me this morning to another writer I’ve enjoyed but with whom she is not relating as well. When I said I didn’t remember anything about her (this author) being bipolar, Sarah said, “No, but she did mention having a lot of mood swings and crying about being a writer.”

Well. Flop flop gasp gasp.

2 thoughts on “FLOUNDERING

  1. Hey, Lisa…I’ve barely had time to breathe lately, so I haven’t really read many of your blogs. I liked this one. Maybe bursitis is your body’s way of telling you it’s okay to take it easy for a while. (I wish you could teach me how to knit coffee cup cozies and other achievable items. I started knitting years ago but so far have completed only one project, a scarf, which I proudly gave my dad…because he’ll wear anything I give him. I finally tossed a baby blanket I’d been working on for years…first one baby came early, and then the second one was born early…and I still wasn’t done. I think I could write a book on the art of deciding it’s okay to stop things in the middle, maybe never to take them up again. Life is short.)

    This book you mention, The Freedom of Self-Forgetfulness, sounds interesting. I wonder if that is really achievable. At least for writers, we write from our experience and our unique slant on life. That requires a good bit of self-awareness and yes, even sometimes, navel-gazing.

    Best wishes as you recuperate. I like that Marilynne Robinson book. Haven’t read the Rachel Held Evans one yet, but I follow her blog and hope to read it someday. I have a basketful of books beside my bed. Someday!

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