Yesterday I received a barrage of emotionally difficult email at work that simultaneously triggered my compassion and my frustration.
This morning I had a series of meetings that made it clear we’re all going to get through that frustration as a team, with compassion.
Last night, when asked, my daughter pointed at the dragon and the horsie and the princess and the knight. Language: Acquiring.
This morning, my cat was described as “riddled with tumors” and “insulin-dependent.”
Ups and downs. Downs and ups.
Miles and I took a nap this afternoon. I cried myself to sleep while he slept against the curve of my belly and thighs, purring. He’s lying on the couch at my hip right now.
I’m not ready. I thought it was going to be Jack, first. I was mentally prepping for Jack.
Not my Miles.