Not feeling particularly witty, amusing, intelligent or whatever it takes to write a decent post today.
We’re taking my mother to the hospital tomorrow to have a procedure done. Each time I’ve spoken to her about this I’ve been so committed to reassuring her that everything will be just fine that I’ve buried my own fear. (Strange how the mind works.) That fear has emerged today. Actually, it emerged last night.
There’s really nothing in the world you can’t cope with, deal with, find the strength to bear – it just seems that way. And that’s why when we say to ourselves, “I can’t do this…” we are simply uttering meaningless words of denial. Because we then go on to do whatever needs doing.
It’s not a choice. It’s not about what we want or wish – for ourselves or for anyone else.
It just is.