When you put yourself out there you make connections with people. Some of them stick, most of them don’t, but when they stick there’s nothing like it.
Man or woman, friend or lover, someone sees you, gets you and enjoys you.
So great in such a big world.
When you get to that comfortable spot with a person you are vulnerable and you run the risk of loss and the pain that goes with it.
Separating that all too infrequent connection is hard and the tendency to hang on, keep it, is so great that sometimes it can ruin a person or the memory.
I’m not good at letting go, and I have tremendous angst about being the one left behind, but I’m working on this philosophy as of late…
I’m thankful for the time I have with people, thankful for the connection and in the event of loss, I will move forward with dignity knowing my life is richer. I will not cling to what could have been or what should have been. I will let go and in doing so preserve the months, years or lifetimes I’ve had with people.
Really not there yet, but it’s a good philosophy and as always I’m a work in progress.
Yesterday was September 11th. Loss on such a grand scale that it overwhelms me every year. I’m sure there are families left behind that have mastered the philosophy I’m working on.
It is my deepest wish on the 10th anniversary of such a horrific day that they have some philosophy of their own and can find peace and joy in the time they had and not be consumed by the loss.
That’s all from the laundry room. Curl up.