WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 21
It’s to be expected, and not very interesting, but so it happens. We are dreading returning, and play our anger and frustration, that dread out on each other. We fought in the morning, over nothing. It’s all about our anticipation and transitioning back, backwards, to our old lives.
I was sick to my stomach. Maybe a bit of flu, maybe too much internalizing angst, maybe just being overly tired and generally stressed. We went to callanetics and I had to stop half way. We walked the loop in silence for a while, but eventually talked.
What is it that makes us so afraid as humans? Why does fear have such a grip on our lives? I think Chloe and I are particularly sensitive. My father used to say I was overly sensitive, a characteristic he considered a detriment.
Holding to moments of the day, beauty around us, gifts we’ve been given in this year, is so important and so difficult. Remembering to remember what we have learned is the key to continuing on this road of living lives we want, we choose. I said to Chloe, I think when we look back on this year, we will realize that we were happy more than 98% of the time. That’s extraordinary. How do we keep that happiness, that sense of control, and contentment?
