Not a Pretty Picture
Nope, it’s not a pretty picture. Put a smoke detector in your garage. I’m assuming you already have one in your home!
Nope, it’s not a pretty picture. Put a smoke detector in your garage. I’m assuming you already have one in your home!
This year feels like bumper cars. We can get in the car and go, but probably not as far. And when we get “there,” we can’t do things the way we used to.
As this year has unfolded, I have a new appreciation for how our lives are all intertwined, the way we touch one another, whether close or far away.
A thoughtful client recently reminded me that I’d told her that it’s nearly impossible to feel negative emotions and breathe deeply at the same time. I love my clients. We learn so much from one another.
Grieving is a curious experience. I find myself feeling sad and tired. And then I find myself wanting to reach out and go for the gusto—do the things I’ve always wanted to do, go the places I’ve always wanted to go, live life to the fullest.
Being acknowledged or thanked for doing something helpful or nice adds to the quality of the exchange. Makes the effort a little more worthwhile.
She was fun, totally fun. Life was an adventure, a joy, something to relish with friends and loved ones. Until it wasn’t. Until it all came crashing in and it was too much.
