Well, this weekend has been the most intense, change filled, in recent history. Possibly ever.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified, yet completely, entirely ready for the next. The last 6 months have been sad, isolating and has tested my faith, trust and reliance in people.
That being said, please cross toes, fingers, legs, send good thoughts, prayers and juju as you believe for a peaceful, kind transition into the next phase.
a : a place or state of restraint or confinement
b : a place or state of neglect or oblivion <proposals kept inlimbo>
c : an intermediate or transitional place or state
d : a state of uncertainty
I hate every single fucking definition of this stupid word.
It’s Friday at 8:29. How absolutely pathetic would it be if I got into bed now?
Since last Sunday, I have been beat the hell up, emotionally. It hits even harder when it’s by a person that you trusted and respected implicitly. Then to find out they don’t in fact have your back? It’s heartbreaking. Particularly when struggling through another huge loss.
So bed calls. Hoping that sleep and quiet eventually take over and a few hours of sleep will offer a new clarity. That I’ll be brave enough to move on and let people closer. Hard to trust when judgement is the new trend.
Mom’s of tots, please help me. My brain is fried and I have 3 days to get this done. Having pizza party with family and few friends planned for Saturday afternoon. Indoors, cause it’s Michigan and weather sucks. What apps am I serving these people??