Something amazing came into our lives this past week. It has restored some of our self-respect because we don't have to rely on others nearly as much. And I, most likely, will not have to get a job and risk a relapse. The disappearance of that dreadful prospect restores some of my peace and hope. I knew that having a job at this point would be a disaster.
Josh's summer classes began this past week, and he doesn't work on Friday, so we had the whole day together. Even little bits of time alone together restore our connection.
I finished a YA book and read many poems. I've written many pink, green, and black words.
Bruce and I finished watching Picnic at Hanging Rock, which was bizarre but good. Our shows and books bind us.
I showed someone what I meant to be a great kindness, and it worked. I'm trying to restore my kindness and my compassion for others. I'm trying to grow.
Inspiring lists, sparkling reads, and quirky musings from a writer~reader~wife~mama~advocate who wants to seek, create, and savor life's sweet bits.
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