It’s been one of those difficult and trying, life-is-fragile weeks. The trials and tribulations aren’t mine to tell, and I’m not going l to list them like laundry here. All I can say is that people dear to me are hurting, and I hate that.
The one thing that is magic in all this is that I can be there for them. I have experienced enough that I know how it feels and I have words to share that actually mean something. Is it wisdom? Is it empathy? Whatever it is, it’s such a gift.
I am grateful for that, and I am grateful for the people who support me when I need it. I’m even strangely grateful for these kinds of weeks, because it reminds me not to take any of this for granted.