oh dear
who am i writing for? (well hopefully me) who is reading? who is reading both maybe? do i write different things here and on facebook? it is way too confusing. not to mention time consuming.
how progress is measured:
making plans more than just getting out of bed in the morning.
it is not critical to have a box of tissues nearby.
actually making something to eat for dinner.
not having to force myself to clear the sink, empty the dishwasher.
not leaving the tag reference to the blog and pancan on every email sent.
they seem like small steps.
but think of what metamorphosis is.
the complete disintegration and reintegration of all the parts of the caterpillar into the parts of the butterfly. how does it happen? is it at the atomic level? the molecular level? the cellular level? whatever...the caterpillar actually melts, dissolves and reassembles into the butterfly.
someone in group said last night that we are all finding "the new normal."
isn't that what the butterfly is to the caterpillar? the new normal?
and so we who are grieving actually do that: melt and reassemble ourselves into the new normal, which we don't quite know what it will look like until we get there. ever changing. but moving forward, one step at a time.
oh dear.
David Letterman just had an awaful joke but i have to share it.
the new prime minister of iceland is apparently a lesbian. (the audience and band cheered). apparently, he said, she's the only foreign leader who likes bush.
grooooaaaaannnnn.
