I know, I know….you don't want to and I didn’t want to either. Do it anyway.
You’ve cried, you’ve grieved, and you’ve sufficiently licked your wounds in the comfort of the darkness of your heart.
You won’t feel as if you’ve sufficiently recovered and at times it will seem as if the entire world and the gods down through all the ages and even those who scream in hell are against you….if you believe in that sort of thing.
Get up anyway.
No, I mean really WAKE UP.
Grieving is necessary. Crying and being sad and destroyed is part of the human psyche and it is important to the healing process or else you’ll wake up 25 years later and have all these issues you didn’t deal with earlier. Which I’ve heard on good authority sucks.
But that time has passed.
Now is the time for you to shake off the blues, or the mean reds if you’re into Audrey Hepburn, and it’s time for you to rejoin the world.
Yes, I agree.
I sound a little harsh. And that’s OK. If you need someone to be cranky with, I am strong enough to be that person. But someone has to care enough to say that NOW is the time for you to rejoin this beautiful, destroying world.
Your story cannot be complete, nor the lives of people around you, if you are sitting on the sidelines, munching on some corn nuts.
YOU HAVE TO PARTICIPATE.
And the terrible, rotten, no-good news is that you will be hurt again. Probably not as deeply as The Great Tragedy that initially hurt you, but you will be hurt again. Because you can’t be a living, breathing, contributing member of the human race and not be equalized on some level by life.
What are you going to do?
Are you going to stay in the same broken down pattern OR... are you going to get back up swinging?
I’m betting on you.
xo xo Liz