There are no words that describe my week last week. Except words from the musical Annie. Things like "grey and lonely" seem to do it justice. It was a week full of naval gazing and I seemed to be in my head most of it. There were really hard conversations and difficult decisions and tears and at one point I literally made myself sick.
A very wise friend told me over an emotionally charged drink Thursday night to go home and hug my husband and my son. That it would be ok. And she was right and I did.
Friday I woke up and it was 70 degrees in February. I got out of my head and went for a long run with the music blaring. I sung loudly and badly. I then volunteered in Michael's kindergarten class. It is hard to be wrapped up in yourself when you are helping 5 year olds write 3 sentences and monitor recess and copy and collate shape booklets. I also got to see him share his writing journal with the class.
Friday night I went over to my best friends' for Shabbat dinner. There was wine and Doug made cupcakes from scratch that rival cupcakes sold in the best cupcakery in DC. Her 3 year old twins chased Michael around the house yelling "Mike, Mike." There was much laughter and love in that room.
Hard decisions are hard and they are even harder when you are hurt. But I learned one thing last week. Annie was right. The sun always does come out tomorrow.
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So sorry it was rough. Know that you are never alone…even when you feel it.
I am so glad that you are feeling better today. Remembering that it WILL get better is great advice!
I’m glad to hear that things are looking up!