This week I have been struck by a word that seems to be hanging out behind me, I try to ignore it, thinking if I do, it won’t tap on my shoulder and rear its ugly head. The word is difficult. I called my mom this past week about some tough decisions I needed to make, and through tears I ended up saying “Haven’t I had enough ‘hard’ this year? Can’t I get a pass?”
Later that same day I met up with a friend who just wanted to talk. I sat with her and cried as she told me she had just had a miscarriage. There I was swallowed up by the ridiculousness of thinking my silly decisions were hard. This was difficult, I sat with her and I cried.
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