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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Life is Work

It can be hard and tiring. And if it's already hard and tiring and you're trying to make a shift, make it better, that can be even harder and more tiring [even with help from a family therapy expert]. This is not a joy ride, not for me, not for H. It is work.

I am grateful for the chance to take a step in the right direction, though when our one-hour session was over, I saw what looked like deep fear and pain in H.'s eyes. He looked like he had just been to war, or a funeral, or a shipwreck, or took the first of many steps on a harrowing journey--not just completed a counseling appointment with his wife and daughter.

But I am an unstoppable optimist, so I see that life can also be fun and frivolous.

Will rest head on pillow now, thankful for the two faces of life--the first, serious navy blue and working-girl khaki [with no-nonsense pumps], and the second, baby-Easter-chick yellow and sky blue [with strappy sandals].

Both sets of footwear were made for walking life's path, wherever it may take us.

Good night.

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