This is a post from a bloger that I follow, and who follows The Fountain. It is an interesting topic. I don’t yet find myself compelled to share my story as much as this young woman does, but I can certainly understand why she might need to. I still tend to keep it to myself around people that I don’t know, seriously, I don’t really want to bum them out. I don’t usually get into conversations with other parents these days about our children, for precisely the reasons the author writes about. I might progress to this stage, but for now, I just walk around in my mask and smile and nod. In any case, thanks Deanna for a thoughtful and thought provoking piece.
Life had different plans
The day before yesterday (Thursday, May 1), I had plans to hitthe monthrunning, or at least walking. Post the first entry in thenew series I’ve been working on, Diary of a Willower.And then meditate?for at least tenminutes (a day)?a personal goal I’ve set for thisMay.Neither happened though. This day, life had different plans in store.
Morning road blocks. My old refrigerator had been crying for a few months. A sick, whining sound. On this morning it shook and sighed; lights out, literally. It stopped running. I got my coffee and noticed then, that my dog was staring up at me with big apologetic eyes. Not for the death of my fridge, I?m pretty sure. Although he does sense when I?m sad or stressed. No, he was apologizing for the big, messy, grassy, puddle of puke on the carpet. ?Aww, Reggie. It?s okay,? I told him…
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