Lost In Tasks
Instead of launching into an argument, I threw myself into cleaning the barn. The repetitive motions of sweeping and organizing soothed me, creating order from chaos.
I immersed myself in these simple tasks, each swipe of the broom a step towards clearing my mind. It wasn’t just physical labor; it was a needed escape.
The barn was my sanctuary for now, a place to gather my thoughts amidst the unfolding family turmoil.