The last week has been crazy. People at work are driving me nuts. J is in the process of moving back in, and I am trying to study for the Texas certified nursery professionals exam coming up. It all leaves me a little luke warm at the end of the day. Don't get me wrong, I love having j back under whatever circumstances, but the other work/manager shit buries me daily. Today I was working in the office, a million miles behind because someone else called in sick. As I swung the door open I cut my finger, and the blood ran out of me in the 96 degree heat of the day. I sat on the step and watched myself bleed for a minute. I thought about how infinite the world is and how incredible finite I am. You are too. We are flesh and bone, and I know everyone of you reading this have a place inside that bleeds and burns and we turn it off everyday because life is beautiful...
it's a beauty pageant and we are all stars. The worst things that have happened to us as individuals has made us, molded us, breed us to be stronger , better , more.
So I sat there for a minute and let the blood run down my finger, watched the life inside meet the air, drop to the floor, puddle with the dirt. A river is running somewhere without me. A river is running inside me. A river is running without me...
Ernest Hemingway has a quote that says ,"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places."
I don't feel broken, but I don't always feel mended?!?! Anyway, I put a bandaid on and the world continued to turn.
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Yeah, I'm chunky, what of it?
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But did you put a bandaid on like you should? Ask Beelers to send you the bandaid link. Your life will never be the same.
the last few days have washed me so clean that my life could never be the same reguardless...
I know how you feel....I bleed often. I feel the same way when I check the stars and then realize an hour later that they are in a different part of my sky....we forget that the earth is what is moving and not the universe revolving around us. We bleed, we hurt, we move on and the world moves on and has only small drops of our blood and sweat to remember us by.
I'm not broken either, but some wounds can't heal....I often feel unmended.
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