When I was younger, the feeling used to last for weeks, sometimes a month. Now…it’s usually a day or two before I’m climbing back out of the basement of my soul, shaking my head and wondering what happened.
The honest truth is that in this world, people are hurting each other and dying every single day, all over the world. It cannot be avoided. It cannot be worried and legislated away.
Spill my guts into a Word document for safe keeping, but must I drag you all along for the sometimes torturous ride?
Take a deep breath. And watch the storm roll in and wash over us.
Social Media can wait. I’m not an emergency room surgeon.
I have never mourned her loss. I have always felt as if she had gone on a long trip that I couldn’t go on yet and that we’ll be reunited some day. There is nothing to be sad about.
Hanging out at the Mall of Social Media!
Strange to think I hadn’t noticed my vision getting worse, that I believed I was seeing the world as I had always seen it. How could I have not noticed such a dramatic change?
When we deliberately choose to move out of the familiar space to see new things and meet new people, we waken something in us that we bring back home.