|Learning to smile again...|
Last year, with a little prodding, I decided to join the Slice of life challenge. Slicing, it turned out, was incredibly therapeutic. As I wrote, I allowed the grief to flow freely through my fingertips, and express it ways I could never do out loud. This morning, in a moment of sadness, my heart began seeking a cure. It occurred to me that "writing therapy" may be the answer..... My internal conversation went something like this.....
Maybe I'll write about John today.....
PSSSH! Seriously? and what would be the purpose of that?
Don't you remember how therapeutic it was to share? And .... it could be interesting.....
Ummm.... Not interesting!! Redundant is more like it... like throwing yourself a pity party.... trust me, nobody wants to read about that!
I know, but I think it will help, and what about all those lessons? They're important, right?
Well, .....they could potentially help others....but......
And what about the progress I've made????
Excuse me! The progress YOU'VE Made?
"Oooh", I nodded slowly, acknowledging my inner voice out loud....
Once again, my fingers flew across the keyboard.....expressing freely through my writing exactly what I needed to say.
Lesson #1. GRATITUDE
It is with the deepest of gratitude I dedicate this post to you, the loving community of friends, family, and coworkers, who have remained by my side even during my very darkest hours.
Your patience, (when I wallowed in self pity),
Your encouragement, (when I chose to place blame),
Your smile (when I had nothing but tears)
Your kindness (when anger consumed me )
Your wisdom (when I could't comprehend)
Your words, faces and actions remain with me; a permanent record to keep eternally in my heart.
Thank you for being my life-line!