I'm loving you immensely today with this one (newer subscriber). I just lost my Dad on May 6th, and it was Hell, he shouldn't have died & certainly shouldn't have suffered. The whole thing was a mess. I am in a similar situation as you once were mius the knight on a white horse yet to partner the storms with me and soft the reality that life can be hard no matter how "good" you are, how much you give and do "right", no matter how many degrees you have, with health issues that take one out of work as they did me over time & if you live long enough you realize that you may be one of "those people" where there is simply loss after loss & challenge after challenge. I'm at times stomping like my inner 3-year-old self, other times closing my eyes, knowing all is happening for my highest good, aka: making me stronger to deal with even more challenges to come. So, it was nice to hear you have these experiences, awareness-filled moments of connection & support that kept you here on this planet so I can selfishly enjoy you as a kindred spirit even if virtual. :) One day, when I have the time, I too shall get back to writing. It certainly is therapeutic, says this former psychotherapist :)
Oh Chelz, I'm so sorry to hear about your father. It's never easy to lose a parent.
Sometimes it seems like the universe is just trying to see how long it takes us to break. I do my best to only bend and never break, offering a stiff middle finger to "fate."
Yes, get back to writing. It's one of the few things keeping me sane. Somewhat sane.
I am in a strange headspace. I learned a old flame passed away yesterday (actually 4 years ago). She was 36 and newly divorced from an abusive Marine. I was 21 and naive. I was a boy in a man's body. We found each other and had to kept it secret. It ended just as quick and she married an older widower later that year. Should I grive her life? Our heartbreaking breakup, or what could have been. I have no one to talk about it with. I am 57 now. Thinking she was the same age as you when you crashed.
I'm sorry to hear about your love. It sounds like you were a chapter in each other's lives that you each needed to have at that time. You could grieve for her loss, but you should also celebrate the absolute rarity of meeting each other and having that time together. With all the people in the world, you two shared a special time. It doesn't matter that it was brief. Time is relative. What is brief to us is a lifetime to the butterfly.
I'm loving you immensely today with this one (newer subscriber). I just lost my Dad on May 6th, and it was Hell, he shouldn't have died & certainly shouldn't have suffered. The whole thing was a mess. I am in a similar situation as you once were mius the knight on a white horse yet to partner the storms with me and soft the reality that life can be hard no matter how "good" you are, how much you give and do "right", no matter how many degrees you have, with health issues that take one out of work as they did me over time & if you live long enough you realize that you may be one of "those people" where there is simply loss after loss & challenge after challenge. I'm at times stomping like my inner 3-year-old self, other times closing my eyes, knowing all is happening for my highest good, aka: making me stronger to deal with even more challenges to come. So, it was nice to hear you have these experiences, awareness-filled moments of connection & support that kept you here on this planet so I can selfishly enjoy you as a kindred spirit even if virtual. :) One day, when I have the time, I too shall get back to writing. It certainly is therapeutic, says this former psychotherapist :)
Oh Chelz, I'm so sorry to hear about your father. It's never easy to lose a parent.
Sometimes it seems like the universe is just trying to see how long it takes us to break. I do my best to only bend and never break, offering a stiff middle finger to "fate."
Yes, get back to writing. It's one of the few things keeping me sane. Somewhat sane.
You are a champ, a rock star!
I love your writings!
Today I just feel like a rock, or like I've been beaten with a burlap sack full of rocks.
Love this Dawn, and so glad you are still bringing your light to me and others through your words.
This little light of mine will burn the whole place down! Or at least keep me warm on a chilly night.
Great end to the article and you help to make all your readers more beautiful. Thank you!
I am in a strange headspace. I learned a old flame passed away yesterday (actually 4 years ago). She was 36 and newly divorced from an abusive Marine. I was 21 and naive. I was a boy in a man's body. We found each other and had to kept it secret. It ended just as quick and she married an older widower later that year. Should I grive her life? Our heartbreaking breakup, or what could have been. I have no one to talk about it with. I am 57 now. Thinking she was the same age as you when you crashed.
I'm sorry to hear about your love. It sounds like you were a chapter in each other's lives that you each needed to have at that time. You could grieve for her loss, but you should also celebrate the absolute rarity of meeting each other and having that time together. With all the people in the world, you two shared a special time. It doesn't matter that it was brief. Time is relative. What is brief to us is a lifetime to the butterfly.
That is the most beautiful dandelion pic ever! And they are not my favs, but I've finally made my peace with them. Glad you want more 🤗
I love dandelions. They grow where they want and are owned by no one. Plus, they are very hard to kill. I feel a kinship with them.