Really quick:
The past few days have been tough. Nothing earth-shattering, but I’ve been stressed and frustrated. I’m moving forward, and this will be a blip in no time. 🙂
But I’ve been so… comforted by family’s and friends’ words of support, many of which were unexpected in the sense that they came in ways I hadn’t anticipated or from people I didn’t think followed, or both. Most of these have been private, which I has also been nice, to be honest. I live some parts of my life so publicly that it’s nice to re-focus on the intimacy that is shared out-of-sight.
Most appreciated, I think, have been the suggestions to reframe my thinking while at the same time recognize that my feelings are real and they are valid. I have spent a good amount of time thinking about this. And I’m not done yet.
So, thank you. I’ve been feeling sorry for myself and I think I’m past that now. And I think I’m coming through with more compassion than before, having been gifted it by others.
So this truth remains: comfort comes in gestures small and large: whether it’s an offer to bring groceries, or a suggestion to re-think my thinking, both are valued and are kind and caring. Compassion begets compassion, even in the tiniest gestures of graciousness.
I hope I can return the favor of these compassionate gestures.
