All is well, All is well...

Get up and move I tell myself, pick up and do, get going...all is well, all is well. Yet I sit almost paralyzed, convinced in the mind and in my speech to those around me that all is well. Yet, I start a project and than another, finding that I am accomplishing nothing but circles. The clock continues to move, but not me. Nothing is wrong, nothing has changed, nothing was shattered.

***This was a post I started to write shortly following Rob's accident. I thought I would share,.