Today for some reason I feel like a dust bunny. You know the fuzz that builds up in less travelled areas. The dust your mom checks for. The little blobs that have to be cleaned up before company comes over – if you care about such stuff.
Lots of stuff in my life has turned into dust bunny collectors. My guitar, dulcimers, and banjo are collecting dust. My fly tying equiptment – the feathers, the fur, all of it – dusty. The dust that builds up when something has not been touched for awhile and may never be again. Even my mountain bike is covered with the dust. All dusty.
My life is less travelled by others now. People tend to want you to be who you were before. New visitors into my life make judgements that are not always accurate just as someone might judge your house by its number of dust bunnies.
I think we all are having a few days like that. Dust the dulcimer…and the guitar. And play with them a bit. Sometimes it’s just a matter of choosing to start where you are instead of where you were.
I feel overwhelmed with the number of things out there to do and say…my ADHD has kicked in and makes me want to just be…overwhelmed. 😉
LOL my finges don’t do the walking anymore 🙂 I did dust everything but of course! They are to pretty not too.