"Yet, I get to tell my truth. I get to seek meaning and realization. I get to live fully, wildly, imperfectly. That’s why I’m alive. And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. Every single thing that has happened to me is mine. As I’ve said a hundred times, if people wanted me to write more warmly about them, they should have behaved better." --Anne Lamont Bird by BirdI write because I can. I'm good at it, I think. I want to tell my story. We all struggle....sometimes we struggle with the same things. I want others to know that it's okay to struggle. As long as you also know you are strong enough to get through it.
Everything changes.......EVERY. THING. CHANGES.
And it (usually) absolutely sucks.....
Lately, lots of things in my life have been changing rapidly. Sometimes I have some difficulty keeping up with all those changes. The last few days (weeks, now) have been somewhat emotional. A friend of mine lost her husband-type-person quite suddenly. My heart breaks for her. We are far too young to be widows.
I left a job that I used to love but had become just one more place where I felt too stupid to be allowed to breathe. And that makes me sad. When I started, I felt like my job was one place where I was doing something right. And that made me feel good about myself. And now? Well, now not so much.
We sold Ma's house and she now resides with me......with her Alzheimer's.....and we spend our days chasing tablets and phones and charger cords and occasionally, we manage to laugh about it.....we're having some growing pains. We found some treasures. And found some treasures missing.....
Which means people I trusted, I shouldn't have. Which all revolves around addiction and that just pisses me off all the more. Addiction blows. The ravages of it are not limited to the addict......they are not limited to the physical toll drugs take on a human body.....often, the cost to those that love the addict are much higher....
.......bodies can heal......hearts? trust?......not so much......