I’m so sorry… cats, just .. they are so small and yet, when they leave it’s like a reframing silence. I’ve lived with three and the last one tore my heart out… thought she was a dog, would bark with the pack, go on walks… 🥲
"Or how I have spent my entire life making life frictionless for others and realize now too late that I have not done what I wanted without compromise." It's not too late!!! Today could be the day you stop doing that and start doing what you want.
I shouldn’t share in public but my path to Denmark was… dampened a bit this morning … so I hit publish on this …. anyway, your post inspires and keeps the 🔥 alive… I’ll find a way…
I think some people would say I am 'something', having a Ph.D., but it feels like nothing too. It probably wouldn't make a big difference had you been a doctor or whatever. 'Most weekends, I wallow in the sad. Joy is a luxury I can’t afford.' - that is a mindset I share it with you, unfortunately. Social isolation is a nightmare. Regardless, realizing it is a mindset is also the way up - Kirsten is right. It really never is too late to do something! What's small to you might be big to others, and vice versa.
Ugh. I hear you. I feel you. Ok, so I’m older. 73. So much I wish I would have done when I was younger. I hate that you have got me thinking about the past. It’s hard to put myself first. I was the wife, the mother and grandmother and volunteer. I hate when I’m too honest.
I see this photo, over ~45 years since I moved away from that neighborhood, and I can still smell the air, the dirt, the street and sidewalks in the hot, humid Minnesota summertime. Weird how places will always have their own smells.
Same. So much the same. Even my cat died yesterday. Wish I could just walk off the screen but still have obligations to stick around for. 😘
Thank you. I am just zombie-ing through work today. Losing a sister is so much harder, I'm sure. You have my deepest sympathy.
I’m so sorry… cats, just .. they are so small and yet, when they leave it’s like a reframing silence. I’ve lived with three and the last one tore my heart out… thought she was a dog, would bark with the pack, go on walks… 🥲
*deafening silence.
I did have to push away and go walking with my dog after this one… it was… a draft too long… thank you.
"Or how I have spent my entire life making life frictionless for others and realize now too late that I have not done what I wanted without compromise." It's not too late!!! Today could be the day you stop doing that and start doing what you want.
Exactly. Always don't be doing that!
Yeah… I would be more alone and just one giant arsehole. 🥲 things about other people you discover during a pandemic… anyway. Maybe I will…
I shouldn’t share in public but my path to Denmark was… dampened a bit this morning … so I hit publish on this …. anyway, your post inspires and keeps the 🔥 alive… I’ll find a way…
I think some people would say I am 'something', having a Ph.D., but it feels like nothing too. It probably wouldn't make a big difference had you been a doctor or whatever. 'Most weekends, I wallow in the sad. Joy is a luxury I can’t afford.' - that is a mindset I share it with you, unfortunately. Social isolation is a nightmare. Regardless, realizing it is a mindset is also the way up - Kirsten is right. It really never is too late to do something! What's small to you might be big to others, and vice versa.
If it’s any consolation, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with small. 😊
Ugh. I hear you. I feel you. Ok, so I’m older. 73. So much I wish I would have done when I was younger. I hate that you have got me thinking about the past. It’s hard to put myself first. I was the wife, the mother and grandmother and volunteer. I hate when I’m too honest.
I see this photo, over ~45 years since I moved away from that neighborhood, and I can still smell the air, the dirt, the street and sidewalks in the hot, humid Minnesota summertime. Weird how places will always have their own smells.