pink ribbon scars
This season shocks me with its sharpness. Everyone I talk to is experiencing some major loss or transition. Everybody's fighting; trying to keep a stiff upper lip. And there's a funny feeling in the air when this many people are struggling, together, at the same time.
I'm reminded of a recent blog post by a friend of mine:
"Time is too fickle and swirling around the dark waters of despair only wastes time. Aren't things supposed to get easier? With age is supposed to come understanding and experience...maybe these problems just don't have a solution."
I don't think they do. I think the only solution they have is to continually assess the situation and be ready to move with it.
I think everything passes, for better and for worse.
I think this is just a day.
I think I need to be sure to enjoy it, 'cause I might get hit by a bus tomorrow.
As I feel clearer, as I regain momentum and context and sensibility - I realize that, like you always say, we have the power to make this what we want. Relationships, jobs, everything - it boils down to attitude, and to flexibility, and the ability to view your habitual responses clearly and objectively.
I mean, we're all burn victims - in so many ways, simply the summary of our scars - and the way we react is based on What Happened Before.
But this is now.