I feel so bad because I feel so good. It's been a lovely, care-free, upbeat day. No shadows or clouds following me around as I bee bop through the house doing the things I need to do. But then I remembered that it was 9-11. 12 yrs. since that horrible day.
I'm supposed to pause and think. Do you have any idea how much pausing and thinking I've been doing over the last few weeks? I'm so sorry for the memory of all those lost and for their family members. I'm still furious and I hurt for our country. But I'm not going to do it today. I'm just not. I haven't forgotten. I remember. But I refuse to dwell on anything dark today. If I do I'll sink. I've been "cleaning" my house and ridding it of anything that makes me feel stressed, worried, or sad, and I'm just going to keep on feeling the sun shine in brighter and brighter. Right on through 9-11. I can't forget, but I'm not going to let it freak me out this time.
That's okay, isn't it?