Well gals...I must say that this blog we have here is a fabulous venue for sharing. The flood of emotions that overcomes me when I read the entries is breathtaking. Whether we are sharing silly memories and moments, or tragic life events, we are still sharing. I agree with Shelby that finding the Jeans is a metaphor for something much larger here. I am convinced that talking (or typing) is a great way to heal (perhaps that is why I chose to be a therapist??) However, I at times struggle with knowing the right things to say. Not sure if any of you other gals have this issue or not,but I have found over the past years that when those close to me share a story, a problem, a concern, I am often tongue-tied & can't seem to find the right words to say. Which brings me to the part about why I am a therapist. Aren't we supposed to always know what to say? Don't we have the ability to make all of the problems go away? Intellectually I know this is not true-we are supposed to be good listeners, guide our "clients" (who most often happen to be friends and family members for me) to make the decisions themselves & be a support. So I have come to learn that it is OK to not always have the right thing to say, but I keep working on it because internally I want to be able to make things "all better" for people I care about.
My dad heard the saying "Life is a Journey, not a Guided tour" years ago and this has been sort of a family motto for us since then. These few words really make you think about things. Sometimes our journey leads us down roads we never would have chosen, sometimes positive, sometimes negative, but I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason. Of course during tragic times, I often question what the "reason" could be....and that is where my faith comes in. I suppose we need to embrace the journey & know that as strong women we can overcome any obstacles in the way. It doesn't hurt to have a pair of magical Jeans to take along...and it certainly doesn't hurt to have fabulous friends to be there with us.
So...as I read about struggles and triumphs, I realize that some of these Journeys are harder than others. Stay Strong gals.
And as a side note, I do believe that Shopping is a stage of grief...whatever it takes to alleviate some of the pain, even if only for a moment, is a good thing.
And to quote a lyric from Glen Phillips (my neverending heart-throb of a musician) "I will not take these things for granted". I think he was on to something here...despite all of the grief and heartache in our lives, it is important to try to find some things to hold onto & not take for granted. Life is short-
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Well said, Miss! Everything goes back to Glen, doesn't it???
Absolutely, everything goes back to Glen. As corny as it sounds, I swear his music & that fabulous voice of his makes things good for me when they otherwise might seem bad. His boyish geeky good looks help too :)
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