...some days are dust.
I am going to speak from my heart here and not my head as the two seem to be so far apart lately.
I am not the kind of person who easily gets her feathers ruffled. I rarely get on my soapbox but when I do, watch out, I take no prisoners. I try to be respectful of others feelings, opinions, and beliefs and I expect to be treated in the same matter. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve and am very sensitive to having my feelings hurt, especially when it's "personal." I've just never been able to toughen up nor am I able to dish it out, unnecessarily. I am an enigma...I am a paradox.
There has been so much pain and suffering in the world lately. The big world and my little one included. I often get caught up in all the suffering and find that I have spent hours upon hours in thought. It is overwhelming. I don't know any other way.
When I lost my first born, well intentioned-well meaning, friends and realtives made some of the most painful comments to me. I immediately took those things to heart and wondered how someone could be so cruel. It is difficult, even now, for me to find forgiveness for such insensitivity.
I appreciate all of your supportive comments, you are my diamonds and will always have my gratitude. I am beginning to find some comfort and peace with all of this. I know that keeping busy will help. We have weekend plans with the kids, I've decided to paint my kitchen, and there is always the purging of the house to sort through. Hell...I even laughed today! Take care y'all and have a good weekend.
making sense?? I think not!