Grieving mindfully.


I could not agree more. When I lost my mom, I actually went into automatic. I did not even cry at her funeral. Now, over seven years later, my grief is by far the most painful feeling I have ever experienced. The ache is so unbelievably intense. It is something I would not even wish on my worst enemy.

I started a book Saturday night called “Grieving Mindfully”. A challenge I have faced is finding a book about grief that does not involve organized religion. This book does refer to Buddhism, however, it focuses much more on the mind & thought process. I have not gotten very far into the book, but what I have read so far has been incredibly helpful.

I have been on such an emotional roller coaster lately & I have so much I want to express, but it is late & I would rather make it a blog post in its own.

Goodnight! xx

The good & the bad.

I have always taken pride in the fact that I have inherited a lot of my moms good qualities & none of my dads bad ones. 

Except I have inherited the part of him that I hated the most. Oddly though, I don’t hate myself. Yet. It has crossed my mind that I do subconsciously sabotage everything good in my life though. As did he.

I know this is vague; but it’s all I’m going to say. 

I create enough of my own drama…

Someone said to me that I create enough of my own drama. So, of course, I chose to sit back & evaluate my life & my drama.

Drama is a very subjective word. I am thinking the way it was used is that emotions equal drama. I am emotional. Yes. I am passionate. I question things. I stand up for things/people who are important to me. I am aware of how others feel so I feel badly if I think I may have hurt their feelings. To me, that isn’t drama. 

Those are all things about myself I love as well. I wouldn’t change any of that. So in hindsight, that is actually a compliment for me. 😊