dear emily,
i approached target, and a wave of grief washed over me. as i began
sinking under it, i heard myself say,
"silly woman, what in the world is wrong with you?"
"well, i always come to target with the girls, and i just miss them so
much!"
"uh huh, and do you remember why you are here?" i can be so
demanding.
"just picking up some things to take to hailey." i muttered.
"i'm sorry, what did you say?"
"picking up some things to take to hailey, sir!"
"exactly. you should be rejoicing. now stop feeling sorry for yourself."
gulp.
so i feasted on one of target's delicious all beef hot dogs, barely able to
finish it and remembered wishing i could have another just six weeks
ago. another reason to rejoice. :)
it made me think about how important it is to encourage my self-talk
every now and then. "there is a time to weep but also a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance." (ecclesiastes 3:4) my emotions
get so mixed up that i have to speak to them, too.
yikes! i'm starting to sound schizophrenic.
i'm going to take a blog break, but it would thrill hailey, who blogs
about her brazilian experiences, if you hopped over there to say,
"hello! or ciao!" in portuguese. well, really it would just thrill me.
ciao,
lea
