There is a lot that lay behind me. There is a lot that lies before me.
I am overwhelmed by the unfinished things in my life. Things that need to be accomplished but are constantly met with some form of paralysis. (If your a list-checker-offer like me, the thought of this can be suffocating.)
I am overwhelmed by recent conversations re: life triumphing over death. Stories of people we've lost being more about the people and less about the loss. All grief aside, the endurance of the human soul is an incredible, overwhelming thing.
I am overwhelmed by people who never give up on you.
I am overwhelmed by winter. Speaking strictly as a landscaper, theses next few months will be rough.
I am overwhelmed by the ease with which I can say one thing and do another. (This is worth exploring at greater length.)
I am overwhelmed by the amount of times in the last two years I have woken up around 4:30am and asked myself, "how am I going to make it"?
I am overwhelmed by the fact that up until this point, I have made it.