Shot through the heart.
This has been a tough month in a tough year. I feel like curling up in a fetal position and wailing like a baby.
Difficult, demoralizing events at work. Cancer. Death. My uncle died. My cat, Ed, is dying. I’m acting as a sounding board to both my closest friends while they talk about chemo and hair loss and surgery.
It’s as though someone’s shot a hole clean through my heart.
What can loss teach me?
I screwed up my figures for my bank account and used money I didn’t have – costing me money I don’t have to spare. The NSF fees are double what I actually bought, cost.
Tonight, I finally just sat down and cried. I just didn’t have another drop of strength to hold it together.
Good grief. What is unfolding? What is happening that requires such brutal…
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I like honesty.
Sounding board I know well and loss. Fetal positions I avoid.
Reminds me of a song A Whiter Shade Of Pale – Procol Harum: http://youtA Whiter Shade Of Pale – Procol Harum:u.be/Mb3iPP-tHdA via @YouTube
Good to have friends…eh Ned? smile
Whiter shade of Pale yup. friends make life interesting and worthwhile