A word I have begun to use a lot lately to describe my state of mind is “fuzzy.” The New Oxford American Dictionary defines the word as “difficult to perceive clearly or understand and explain precisely; indistinct or vague.” Yes, I think that fits.
It is hard for me to remember certain things and hard to express what I’m thinking at times, too. My vision when wearing a mask is often fuzzy as well due to being unable to prevent my glasses from fogging up. So irritating. But of course, wearing a mask is necessary so I’ll just have to get used to it. None of the supposed solutions to this issue work by the way. I’ve tried ‘em all.
If I didn’t feel mentally clouded most of the time, I’d probably feel more worried than I can manage to be so far about this development. It is no doubt my body’s reaction to difficult circumstances, sort of a protective or preventative thing. I don’t know.
Here’s to clearer days ahead. When things get fuzzy, we need to cling more tightly than ever to God’s promises and to drink deeply from the well of His trustworthiness and faithfulness.
