Fighting healing 7/27

I have a new respect for this thing called life. The process of coming in – losing myself – and then finding myself again with all sorts of wounds to heal.

Yesterday morning as I was driving to work to spend the day with the boys I nanny for…the pit in my stomach became unbearable.

I was doing everything I could to ignore that pit. I went for an early morning walk…I took a shower…I watched and listened to one of my favorite comedians to try and laugh it off.

But as I am driving and talking on the phone to a friend on the way there…I couldn’t take it anymore.

I cried and wailed “I don’t want to go!” I cried so hard. Everything in my being was in agreement with this statement.

I did not want to go. The boys have been on a mean streak…