I wish I could get my pal Holly to write me a blog post. She is so incredibly gifted at writing about deep things that frankly, I’m not always smart enough to totally get what she’s saying, but, it’s always so poetic and gorgeous, even if what she’s relating may not make her feel so poetic and gorgeous. (That was a mouthful, wasn’t it? See how un-coordinated I am?)
I’m totally overwhelmed this evening.
First on my mind, is my mother’s upcoming surgery. It is scheduled for next week. I’m not sure if it will happen because she is fighting some crud.
She called me last night, voicing concern over her crud and the impending surgery. I don’t think I was able to comfort her and I feel like a horrible daughter. I can’t stand to hear my mother have fear or sadness in her voice. She and I both have a tendency to mask our pain and because we aren’t ooey-gooey affectionate with one another, I didn’t know what to say to her but my gosh…I can’t stand for my mother to be scared, sad, or anything like that.
In other news…work? Totally sucks. Trying to avoid being victim-ish, but, in a word, it’s a horrible job and I’m totally beating myself up for giving up my State job back in the fall for the higher paying job. I’m sure there’s some deep lesson to be learned but you know what? F&#k deep lessons. I’ve bout had it up to Here with deep lessons.
This has been a season of crap and I know it will pass.
On the Upside…Foster is fun and makes me laugh…