How do I know? because I exist [exactly as I am].
Ummm… You didn’t break it, it was only sprained.
What could he have said? She voiced exactly what I’ve wondered too many times.
Reading Gemina by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff
I was compelled to write a message to someone, and then remembered I could post to my blog. ::Happy::
Worse than not being able to do anything to help someone you care about, is not being allowed to do anything to help someone you care about. Not being able to help, when you want to, is sad and frustrating and painful; not being permitted to help, when you are able to, is the saddest.
Being one’s own lighthouse is challenging, strange, and a thousand percent worthwhile.
Unconditional grace is a beautiful possibility.
I had intentions for a decent introspective post reflecting upon this past year and some feelings about the year+ to come.. I have a few hundred thoughts of things I could write right now, and things I could not write right now, and just a general feeling of contentment at knowing and feeling even if I am the only one in the universe who can my combination.
Thank you Private Practice for at least writing an episode about something that no one seems to ever want to even consider: that people can be wired in a way they do not choose and they can be fundamentally very good people and it is all our responsibility too to help them be safe and keep everyone safe.
Increasingly over the past ~two years, whenever someone asks me or I hear them ask somebody else “How are you doing?”, no matter whether the answer is “good” or “well”, my head reminds me “Superman does good, I’m doing well.” And then sometimes I think about it for a little while. Like so.
Good things can happen without being requested, but wishes can’t come true unless they are wished.