I read myself to sleep every night. Usually it's books, and yet my daughter's Hunger Games book sits in it's current untouched spot (for the last three months), waiting for me to finish it. I don't really know how I haven't finished Hunger Games yet and Shades of Gray is a whole other blog post (yet another one I cannot, not, not get into)...it's perplexing in my world, but alas, a season, I think.
Lately (just lately) I find the zzzzz's reading my app's on my phone. I don't know if it's the handiness of the phone or the fact that I don't have to reach over and turn off a light. The mad scramble to find my phone in the morning (at the bottom of the bed sheets) doesn't bother me enough, I guess. And for the curious, this is the order by which the app reading goes: Facebook feed, People, TMZ and if I'm still not in dreamland, MSNBC. I am very current.
Moving on, cuz this is actually a serious post. I've been trying to figure out how to get back over here and write. A lot has happened since the last time I posted. Actually, literally days after my last post, everything changed--to put it incredibly mildly. If you follow my blog, you know I'm open, that I "say it"...I share too much--almost to a default. I can't do that right now. Today. What has happened has to come out in bits and pieces now, sprinkled into my NOW every day. I thought about starting a completely new blog, because my old life is just a chapter of the rest of my life now. It's the end of a story. But every time I try to begin a new blog, it doesn't work. I think because it's not real enough for me. You have to see all of it. What used to be and this continuation of what is.
Back to the original thoughts that got me back to my blog today (stay with me)...
As I was saying above about reading myself to sleep, I came across and article on my People app featuring Garcelle Beauvais's blog a while back. I didn't even know who she was before I saw this, but I SO feel like I know this woman very well now. I just want to share her, her story, because her story is MINE. It's stunning to me how universal, how parallel, how same, the walk of betrayal plays out...the wave of it's consequences. Her story is very real. Trust me. It's so good to know...so good to live out the goodness, The Better, that somehow, almost supernaturally can come out of it. I'm happy for her. I'm happy for me. I think this is a positive story, in the end. Amazingly positive. And it's encouraging to me, as I imagine it is for a lot of us.
Here's the link to her story.
Take good care.
1 comment:
Hey chickadee, I'm glad to see you back blogging. I keep trying to...but it always ends up in one post and then weeks (or months) of no posts. Must keep trying.
I've missed you.
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