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The Season of Gratitude #26

‘Tis the season of gratitude; well, that’s what they say, anyway.  As I’m doubled over in grief, this is such a difficult concept to wrap my mind around.  In truth, I want to crawl into a hole and lick my wounds until they heal, skipping the holidays altogether, but this isn’t how wounds heal.  This is how they fester.  

The Line Between Sadness vs. Depression (#25)

As I sit with my BFF (Best Friend Forever), we watch the rain bounce upon the pavement through his office window.  Our hands are tightly wrapped around our ceramic mugs, not because it’s particularly cold, but more for its consoling gesture.  With a subtle hint of wood burning in the air, it most certainly feels like fall.  As I watch the sky heave, it seems to reflect how I feel as though Mother Nature is bearing the burden of my grief. 

"Judgey, Wudgey..." (#24)

After my mother’s death, it took months before I could properly socialize.  I was incredibly nervous about being around so many people at once, but figured that the first time would inevitably be difficult.  With my favorite charity event around the corner, I decided to buck up and attend.   Despite my initial reservations, I had a wonderful evening filled with infectious laughter and contagious smiles. 

Making Peace with Clichés (#23)

“What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger” - Friedrich Nietzsche. This quote is so ingrained within our society that it’s become a stock phrase for hard times.  I know that I, myself, have said it and as much as it annoys me, there’s actual truth in those words.  Yes, any time that I overcome an obstacle, a travesty, I am stronger, savvier.  Here’s the thing, my point of contention, I’m so frigging strong as is who needs to be stronger?

The Insufferable Know-It-All (#22)

I have always had a deep passion for reading.  Starting young, I’d soak up every type of fiction that my school and city library carried.  Initially, I held a safe distance from the characters in my novels, but as I got older, I distinctly remember becoming emotionally invoked by certain personality types, particularly, the “know-it-all.”  I would scoff and roll my eyes at the character.  It seemed completely natural to be put off by this behavior.

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