The Last Days: Release and Honor
Tuesday and Wednesday, October 10 and 11— Autumn Invitations: A 21-Day Daily Writing Journey
Today was rough, but I made it.
Long day, memories of my mother on the 15th anniversary of her death, my kiddo still struggling with their migraines, nonstop weird and stressful appointments and frustrating tangles like losing my parking ticket and having to pay full price and meanwhile being beeped at by a line of stressed out strangers.
We ended the day, however, going out for dinner, walking around Target, sharing memories of my mom, watching TV, and playing with the cat. (And now I’m writing this after I took some time to stretch and breathe.)
Life happens, and I’m honoring the fact that the me of years ago would have felt derailed for days — and sure I’ll have some level of Adulting Day Hangover for a day or two— but tonight, I am releasing the day — and looking forward better ones ahead.
With that thought, my memory on Facebook today was this:
Don’t do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don’t do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling…