I don’t know that there is ever going to be a reconciliation of earth with heaven. Or maybe that is the crash course to which we are heading now. Reality to fantasy, the possible with the impossible- the dark to the light.
I am hanging on by a very thin bright thread. I am drinking wine every night- not so much as I cannot function, but enough that every morning I think about stopping. I usually rub away the anxiety with an eraser- like it's some sort of eternal chit sheet- check two boxes for the number of glasses, check two for hours spent wiping away the anxiety with working out or yoga.
A friend’s son died today- he was the same age as my son. An accident. I have not been able to shake it and put the nose to the grindstone. I have a huge workday before me tomorrow and would like nothing more than to not show up, to burrow under the blankets with my soft little dog and read a novel all day. I am tired, I am sorry, I am empty tonight.
— Cristine
I am hanging on by a very thin bright thread. I am drinking wine every night- not so much as I cannot function, but enough that every morning I think about stopping. I usually rub away the anxiety with an eraser- like it's some sort of eternal chit sheet- check two boxes for the number of glasses, check two for hours spent wiping away the anxiety with working out or yoga.
A friend’s son died today- he was the same age as my son. An accident. I have not been able to shake it and put the nose to the grindstone. I have a huge workday before me tomorrow and would like nothing more than to not show up, to burrow under the blankets with my soft little dog and read a novel all day. I am tired, I am sorry, I am empty tonight.
— Cristine
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