Perhaps that's why I like autumn retreats. I can give the memories the finger and move on for a little while.
I have burned away some of the same memories more than a few times in a fire via the ever popular "getting rid of that which no longer serves you" ceremony. It's appalling just how many times you can try to get rid of something and the memory still lurks in your psyche toying with you.
That's why I celebrate a good day. A day where I set tasks for myself that I can cross off as DONE. A day where laundry can get washed, dried, folded AND put away. A day where a home cooked meal is on the table.
I spent part of the weekend getting the basement usable for TGHR work I so love. You wouldn't think it would be a big deal. However, the great trip and fall of June 2014 really limited me, not only physically, but emotionally. It is amazing how long it is taking me to heal. Every day is a process.
We ALL have something that trips us up. I applaud my friend Nancy for fighting the fight against breast cancer these past eight months. I cheered for her when she posted a post last week that she was done with the chemo. Amy is still waiting for a heart. Jake is making his wish. Melissa is cancer free but still needs testing. I have friends who are in relationships that have run their course, and yes, I do believe some relationships have a finite time period where they are viable. I know SO many people in the throes of taking care of their aging parents - the mental and physical drain of this is heartbreaking to witness. I know people dealing with mental illnesses. I know people who have addiction issues and I know people dealing with kids who have addiction issues. God knows, food is a legalized drug. I know way more than a handful of people with children on the spectrum, celebrating every accomplishment with joy and a sigh of relief. I know plenty of us with kids in college and plenty with little kids. I know people living paycheck to paycheck and people flush with savings.
And no matter who you are, some days just suck.
The bright side, and thank god there is always a bright side - even if it's a pin prick sized light - is that there IS another day to deal with what comes our way and hopefully, usually, it WILL be better than the day that sucks.
Here's to getting through the season change. Here's to gearing up for the holidays. Here's to the bright lights. Here's to all of us.
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound