The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

Here’s a little upper I wrote last August:

I’m starting to really think life is framed by our losses and then peppered with moments of beauty. But it’s the sadness and the sorrow that really sink in the belly like rocks dropping to the bottom of the ocean. There’s lots of room in your belly so the sadness doesn’t have to take over, but the rocks are permanent. They don’t dissolve and you can’t shit them out. They’re there to stay. Kind of not so beautiful metaphor. But my cat dying of kidney disease isn’t so beautiful either.

Approximately a year and a half later, I think I live in a happier place, and you might actually choose to have drinks with me. Or at least a short tea.