Today was a good day. A really good day. Gratitude fills my heart, and I am so grateful for a reprieve from the shadow of dread that's been hanging around since 2020. Maybe I've turned a corner.
Ain't gonna lie. You all know how rough it's been. Every day, I would try to feel positive and rainbow-y, but it was so, so hard.
When I was discussing the lack of rainbows and unicorns with a friend, she told me we don't need rainbows and unicorns right now. We need real. She's right.
I'm still striving to be more and more authentic. That, in my opinion, is one of the tragedies of the mess that was the last few years. Even with all the fear, sickness, and death, I tried to put on a happy face. I can't tell you for sure if that was a mistake or not, because we needed all the positivity we could get. But it took its toll. No amount of positivity could counteract all the stress and fear we've experienced. I misplaced authenticity in the midst of it all. I'm trying to find my way back.
When people are hurting, they don't want unicorns. They want someone to understand. They want someone to sit with them and share the burden. They want to know they're not alone.
So, where are we at? Are we still hurting? Are we back to good yet?
For me, I've been taking it one day at a time. Some days are better than others.
I am so grateful for those who I am blessed to call friends who are supporting me every day. Your love and your concern mean the world to me. Thank you.
If you're limping like I am, take heart. You are not limping alone. The good news is we're moving. I'm rereading Pollyanna. In it, she searches for the good amidst devastating circumstances. She calls it the "Glad Game". I've been playing that game a lot lately. That's good news. Finally, I can see the good again. I am grateful for the healing.
May we all heal.
Love, Jennifer
EDIT: This post was originally written on 11/28/22. Now, two weeks later....well, you'll just have to wait for the next post.
Much Love.
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