I am observing, just wondering does life go on after someone close to you passes on… My colleague, shes a good friend and recently she lost her mother to breast cancer. She took 3 days of compassionate leave and then another 2 days of urgent leave. She was gone for a week. Now she is back at work, keeping herself busy and occasionally participating in our random workplace jokes, rants and sarcasms.
It must take a lot of strength to be back at work, pushing on full speed and doing all routine things like as if nothing happened a week ago… How does she do it? She is a mother of 2 kids and I am sure she has to find that inner strength to be sane and strong for her 2 sons. How to do you compartmentalize your emotions and thoughts?
Someday (**touchwood) if and when time decides, how do I cope? We can’t be stagnant and mourn forever… Our dearly departed would be looking out for us from up above and wanting us to live a full happy and content life. And yet now I cringe at the thought of it…I am perhaps too weak and I may never be able to recover and pick up the broken pieces.
I lost my first ever friend to brain tumor at the age of 11. She spoke to me one day and then the next she was scheduled for brain surgery and she passed on during surgery. She departed at the age of 11. I didn’t get to say goodbye. I will never get to say goodbye. So for years I was angry with myself for not saying it enough. For not meaning it well. I should have said it when she was still around. It’s been too many years and some days I do think back about how we spent our childhood days together. How we used to sneak out to each others’ house and play while our parents would throw a fit because they didn’t know where we were. Those were some amazing days. Cherished memories.
After countless years, I’ve finally moved on and I’ve finally let her go.
May her soul rest in peace. My first ever friend…you will always be loved.
It’s full moon today. And apparently, it’s called a Pink Moon. From where I’m viewing it, it surely looks orange to me. Or maybe I am just not good with shades.
I get really emotional during full moon phases. There are times I feel suffocated, unjustified. There are times I used to feel sad and overwhelmed with tears. I would cry for no reason! There are moments I felt I needed an outlet to scream because I could no longer contain the screams in my head. Rest assured, I am not psychologically challenged.
I started noticing a certain trend in the recent months. A day or two leading to a full moon, my daughter (she’s 2.5yrs old) and I get into heated disagreements. For some reason, my daughter triggers me just as it reaches full moon. She starts disobeying, an array of tantrums, scream fest and cry fest. It would get really frustrating for the both of us. I would find myself losing patience and not being able to reason with her like I used to. And it lasts from the day towards full moon and on full moon day itself. Then a day later, she’s back to her usual fun, loving and adorable self. And when you look back, you’d say “what just happened? Bam!”
So my husband and I have conveniently decided to “blame” it all on the full moon for these weird changes to our emotions. Instead of telling ourselves that we are dealing with an independent wannabe toddler, we are blaming a moon. I’m just laughing at what I wrote.
He quoted from a philosopher, “If the moon affects the tides, why wouldn’t the moon affect us humans when we are after all an average of 60% water?” All I could say was… “wow…” Something to think about?
Have I told you… that I am a daughter, sister, wife and mother. Life was complicated when I had to fulfill responsibilities as a daughter. And then it became more challenging as a sister. Maybe life got a little easier as a wife because I married someone who loves me for me. Sounds cheesy? That’s just how it is.
When you add all four together into the recipe of life… It just gets a little difficult to handle. You never know who to please, who to avoid, who to support. Do you try to be civil with family? Do you sit on the fence? I am looking for answers.
Someone once told me… life never presents you answers in a silver platter. If it does, then you should just ignore those because they will most probably lead you to your downfall. Should I trust in those words?
I never knew why but the moon was always a part of my very existence. I am always drawn to a full moon. It’s like a calling. Soft gentle whispers that startle yet influence your mind to just stop and look. A sight so beautiful, if I were a wolf, you’d hear me howl. You’d feel the moonlight cast shadows and transform your reality into a projection of self realization. You transform. You feel lifted and transform. The moon harnesses.
I was not very committed to my blogs. I started one and then forgot about it. I started another and forgot about it.
Now I feel as though I’m here to stay.