Verbalizing Trauma
I confess, I’m task-oriented.
I get a thrill when I accomplish a lot of work, thinking that the more tasks I
accomplish, the more successful and happy I will be. Working validates my
existence.
Or I used to feel this way.
Now, not so much. I’ve come to see that tasks are empty boxes if they don’t
directly help others. My wife’s death made this clear. There is never an
end to the number of tasks that need to be done, but people don’t live forever.
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The rhythm of your writing is musical, eloquent, and deep. I understand the tendency to set yourself apart, and it takes courage to move from that sometimes lonely place. When we had our beloveds with us, we didn't have to stretch so much. Thank you for your words. x
ReplyDeleteA lonely, and safe, place. But also ultimately boring, because longing rises within us to experience the unexpected again, the surprise, the wonder of other people. We long for the rhythm and music of life. Thank you, Tricia Ellen.
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