There’s something about fog.

I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Some people think it’s associated with fear, probably because in movies and TV shows, where there is fog, something bad is about to happen.

When I see fog, I often think of one of the last scenes of Pride and Prejudice (the Kiera Knightley version) when she and Mr. Darcy meet up in the dew-soaked, foggy field the morning before their engagement.

Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.

Life in general has been a little foggy for me lately, if I’m being completely honest.

At work, I’m transitioning into a different role (again).

At church, we’re getting a new pastor.

At home, we’re gearing up for back to school season. My daughter moves into her very own apartment and two of my step kids are going back to a school they’ve been away from for a year.

I’m starting to write more, which is it’s own set of fog. I bet I have 75 drafts of things I haven’t finished because my brain gets into a writing fog.

Within the fog of all of these things, there is an added element that makes it even foggier – the lack of control I have with different parts of life.

When things don’t always go as planned, I try really hard NOT to think about something out of my control, but instead, lean into the fog and the unknown of it all. That’s easier said than done.

How do you react when a fog takes over your life?

Do you get mad?

Frustrated?

Confused?

Let’s get out of the fog together.

Aunt Bubba

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