January 15, 2013

• It's That Dreaded Thing

  On many occasions this week I wanted to write. But I don't know what to say.

  I don't feel like joking about anything.

  I also don't feel it's appropriate for me to sulk.

  Emotionally, this is the strongest she's ever been - proud of her.

  Emotionally, this is one of the weakest I've ever been - I suck.

  I am very hopeful. But when a trigger hits, I become teary-eyed.

  Mom went to the temple and did the whole 'ask the buddha' majig. She received positive signs.

  I'm collecting content for a pick-me-up box.

  So whenever she's down, she can reach into the box for a little pick-me-up.

  Kind of like Kinder Surprise, the adult-not-so-fun version.

  If you have any ideas on what I could include, please let me know.

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