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We are, though we may not always show it, grateful for all you give us. For all you bless us to live with and love. For all you give us to eat that nourishes our souls, today and forward. Thank you.
I woke, laden and remorseful. For the immense suffering that it took to make my plate possible:
how long is this grace? about 4 min 🙂 read on, woken soul!I woke up,
mornings.
My sky,
blinding aura.
My head as
icepicks hammering.
Sweat,
frozen feet
as a limp doll
on the bathroom floor,
penance for
obeying the
God of
Endless
Doing.
Insides,
blindly following.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at perfect.
For that
painful respite,
I am grateful.
Is this like when people make lemonade from lemons? Yes, and lemonade from sugar, too. BOOM! Read on! (Why Joyfully Ever After is a continuation of this story.) In a dark and cozy bedroom May 14, 2020: I wake up for the day. Feels off. What time is … Continue reading “Why Joyfully Ever After? And why now?”
(Why Joyfully Ever After is a continuation of this story.)
May 14, 2020: I wake up for the day. Feels off. What time is it? 4:23 am. How am I awake right now? That’s weird.
I fell back to sleep.
May 15, 2020: I feel great today! Wait. It’s still dark. 4:37 am. Hmmm.
Rolled over. Fell asleep.
Is this gonna be like groundhog day? maybe. but shorter and at night (spooky) :OI knew I already lost the battle.
Jonathan (apathetically, on the phone): I know, Mom.
Really? Does he know that his “streak” of 11, 13, and 14-hour days of screen time is making him dumber? And the other days at his Dad’s were equally impressive or horrifying (depending on how you look at it): 8, 9, and 12 hours.
Seriously, what does he do all that wetime online? and how can his mom even compete? Read ON!How did I get to a life where I’m THRIVING?
(SKIP TO THE PART where YOU can learn how to THRIVE!)
Well, there are treks through Swamps of Sadness, rides on uni-llama-corns, brave journeys into dark thorny brambles of the soul, and unexpected blessings of drunken poetry. There is no Prince Charming. There are ugly bathroom-stall cries, and times “I cried so hard, tears ran down my leg.” There are shame, isolation, migraines, hundreds of chocolate chip cookies, friends, angels, demons, bad haircuts, the miracle of life, and the miracle of a soul, finally, heard.
33 Years. That’s how long it took before I woke up. At that point, I had an oversized suburban house and a toddler for each leg. I had it all, and, yet, every day I woke up and felt old and crumpled, like at least 50. (which seemed old at the time, but, really, 50 is the new 40…)
what does this have to do with you? read on!Don’t want to read the story? Skip to Your HUG and a Storytelling Prompt!
“I just feel like a part of me no longer fits with my life.”
“I’m grieving…everything (climate change, my kid graduating kindergarten, divorce, loss of a friend, the body I once had…)”
“I’m exhausted and can’t keep up with everything and everyone. Where will I find the time?”
“Is this it?” – a small voice inside of you
If so, you might be in – or close to – a time of change in your life. Take heart, beautiful, generous soul, you can learn to navigate them with grace and ease. Here’s an example of life’s transitions on my side of the fence
during times of transition, you can still flourish.