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Texting with a friend this morning as I sit on the patio watching this small flock of six red star chickens who are growing so fast, after giving carrots and apples to the horses and donkeys on the other side of the fence I told her: this is a soothing I forgot existed in the world.
I’ve heard of healthcare providers having compassion fatigue. I can completely understand it. Us civilians can find it exhausting to stay compassionate with people. Made me understand though that it’s true too for people who’ve been traumatized and abused and later when they talk about things, not heard, there can grow a kind of compassion…
People who criticize Patton for his friendships probably need to look at their circle of friends
Jeff Garlin decided Hannah Gadsby should voluntarily cut off her own income before she was allowed to criticize Ted Sarandos and Netflix but says men who do horrible things don’t deserve to lose their money. Mike Birbiglia and Hasan Minhaj show us perfect examples of what girls hear from their dads who don’t understand that their daughters hear them long before they go out into the ruthless world of men.
It’s November 5th. All of the holidays will approach much faster than some of us are ready for. *Raises hand, nods* “May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground” is a line from the song Carry On by Fun. The stanza in context is: “If you’re lost and alone, or you’re…
It’s been years of slow growing. I’m still in it, still going through. Here’s to us late bloomers.
My parents were mostly good about keeping us alive and involved in things and going on a few of the obligatory family vacations white lower middle class families go on – camping, visits to a friend’s lake house, road trips to visit family they barely wanted to be around. But in my family there was zero introduction to the world as someone who would live an independent life, have dreams, need to plan a life or grow in maturity.
When people tell me what I went through made me who I am today, I call bullshit. I’m not going to say the pain was worth it because it did nothing but stifle me. I would have preferred a path of meeting and being mentored by strong women because my life would have been so much more of service to this world. I would have preferred to notice the red flags and skip the abusive marriage. I would have preferred all of those things leading me to learning about life before settling for an abusive man. I choose that now.