I need to comfort those that do come close to me. It is crazy confusing and no one seems to recognize the frustration, or….maybe it is just me.
Don't Talk Like That...
Saturday, October 17, 2020
And there comes a time when I realized how much of my life, I spent doing this. It was not how I saw it at the time, I saw it as sharing my gift, not begging for your attention, admiration, and love. I rolled up all of my inadequacies in a bubble of good helpful intentions, which should be a good thing. But in covering up my shortfalls, I ignored my own authenticity. And the bill is now coming due....Not to mention Blogger is updating and changing the rules....AUGGHH!
Thursday, September 3, 2020
I could not explain this better, so I will not even try!
“When sudden death erupts into your life, your whole way of understanding the world is rocked. Previous interests – even things you loved – can seem futile.
For many people, year two is worse than the first: your systems begin to come back online, your gaze is just slightly lifted from your feet. You’re aware enough to know you aren’t where you want to be, and still broken-hearted enough to not be able to do anything about it.
That you want something different for yourself, even as you have no energy to find it – that is the beautiful place. That’s the place to lean on.
If there is any glimmer of interest, any spark of light or fascination, lean into it. Want that for yourself. Take notice of what draws you, right now, and follow it. One tiny little glimmer at a time.
And sometimes, there are no sparks. The world is empty and full of things that make you cry. You want it to be different. It isn’t different.
You can’t fake interest. At the same time, you don’t want to be this way. Being angry at your own broken-heart is such a tricky thing. It turns into this giant, escalating storm: tears. Then angry at tears. Then angry at yourself for being angry. And on and on it goes.
What this is is a broken heart inside a deeply changed human, still alive in a world that doesn’t make any sense.
The path here is to honor that, somehow. To allow it, to let it be okay that everything sucks and there is no point.
It isn’t easy. None of this is easy.
And you are here, still, now.
You deserve a life that is honest and true, even – or especially – when what is true is pain. When what is true is the blank space: the places that haven’t filled in.
The road here, the ‘what do to’ here, is to want love for yourself, even when you have no idea what that looks like.
I don’t know if it’s possible or if it will help.
But heave yourself in that direction. Turn yourself back toward love. Moment by brokenhearted, weepy, disinterested moment. As often as you can. Let love carry you.
How about you - How has your interest in life changed? Are there any glimmers of interest anywhere? If so, how do you follow them?” ~ Megan Devine
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Monday, August 24, 2020
This pretty much sums it up… ”The who is in charge here” dilemma is officially solved! I woke up this morning with paws in my lower back and squished into one-quarter of the available width of a queen-sized bed and flipped back the covers. “Not My Cat” has officially staked out his section of the bed. We have had this “discussion” on several different occasions as I politely move him to the end or the other side of the bed. He typically grouses but curls up and falls back to sleep. This seems to be a new tactic. Wait until I am good and asleep and then claim the territory unnoticeably inch by inch throughout the night. Cleary I am losing the battle.
"I'm a Loser" The Beatles
Friday, August 21, 2020
|Ya just got know you are headed for shit |
when a black crow lands on your head.
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
I know it has been a while.....been a really rough couple of weeks, but I still needed to pay homage to my generation
and then marvel how much things change...they do still stay the same.
Then I was reminded by FB friend
"We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden"