This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year.
In times of pain, when the future is too terrifying to contemplate and the past too painful to remember, I have learned to pay attention to right now. Each moment, taken alone, is bearable. Each moment is not without it’s beauty.
Found out my uncle has liver cancer stage IV.
Little sister came to live with me.
Work conference in Phoenix
I was put in charge of planning a Huge work event, which was extremely successful (thank god).
Started a food/necessities drive for a battered women’s shelter.
Learned that a good friends cancer came back.
Nearly passed out while driving home one night and almost wrecked my car.
Fainted at work and scared the shit out of one of my patients.
Nearly passed out at home this past Saturday and a spent the day in the hospital.
There are other things going on that I won’t post on here.
Stressful fucking month…..
I bury all the old regrets with you. I hold all those stark moments. I hold the hands as they grow cold. Just like you asked.
All women speak two languages: the language of men and the language of silent suffering. Some women speak a third, the language of queens.