Labels: Monday Secret
posted by Lindsay @ 8:55 AM
Sharing the journey that has taken me from being a single girl in the advertising agency world to a married mommy running my own freelance writing and consulting business (and every random adventure in between).
THINGS I LOVE: Thunderstorms, power ballads, princess camping, exploring new cities, Jon Stewart, greatest hits CDs, clever ads, packing for a trip, George Clooney, impractical footwear, movies about spies, Starbucks, reading an entire book in one sitting, a house full of friends, movies about spies, buying presents, a perfect French manicure, warm modernist architecture, getting flowers for no reason, being faux brunette, Mary Poppins, making lists on Post-It notes, decorating for Christmas, having a brilliant middle-of-the-night 'aha!' idea and then actually remembering it in the morning / THINGS I HATE: People who whine, wearing sweats in public, 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, birds, American tourists in foreign countries, taking down the Christmas tree, poems that rhyme, the misuse of semicolons, being lied to, unpacking after a trip, being closed-minded, naming your kid something common but then spelling it stupidly, cowboys, overly cautious drivers, fake curse words, ridiculously long surnames, strangers who start awkward conversations with you in places you can't readily escape
3 Comments:
I get that.
But....I look at it from my dad's point of view....and I understand the person's sentiment. Imagine never walking again, never being able to wipe your backside, never being able to eat with a fork and a knife again, never being able to say the words that are in your brain, never being able to have a shower and realizing that you will never be able to live without total care again. I hear you when you talk about your pain and it's horrible and I realize you didn't get 85 years of health but it's still hurts a person to their core when they "can't". It hurts you just as much as it hurts them. And I think that the hurt you feel or my dad feels is unimaginable unless a person has truly been there. Stay strong Lins!
Thanks, Mags. Of course, you're right. It's that age-old question - whether it's easier to lose someone quickly or slowly, whether it's better to know or not to know, whether it's easier when bad things happen to you when you're too young to understand or old enough to have enjoyed life 'before' - and the answer is that no one knows, because no one can have both experiences. I've said a thousand times and I'll say it again: if I had to choose a disease or a bad thing that would happen to me, I think I got dealt a pretty sweet hand. It's all relative, isn't it? :)
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