Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Heavy-Hearted

You know, it feels a little frivolous to get up today and write something about nothing.  To write about wine or weddings when other people are hurting. 

I started Monday on a rotten note.  I was in a bad mood, things weren't going my way, Mr. RH had a big interview, I was frustrated with work... and on and on and on.  And then, while at work, I saw the news. 

And beyond being upset with the images and the reports and the fear seeping through my tiny phone screen, I was pissed.  Pissed at the customers walking around the mall ignorant.  Pissed that we could all be calm and buy jumbo packs of paper towels at Target, all the while acting like everything was normal, status quo.

I worked until late on Monday, but I was worthless.  I woke up Tuesday and functioned at a minimum level on my last day off for over a week.  So, if you see me around, I'll be wearing dirty clothes and eating too much fast food.

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It's dumb, really, how much angst I can pour into an event that in no way directly changes my life. 

But then again, maybe that's the point.

To feel so strongly, and hurt so much - because it's just not fair.

To realize that a little work drama?  Ain't really no thang at all.

To be thankful for every, single little thing happening between Mr. RH and I lately - because we have each other, and it's simply enough.

I've seen it all over the internet - how dare that blogger make it about her.  How dare that brand tweet their latest sale.  Really?  As if it wasn't enough hate for one week?  We need to go out and punish others?  Really?

But this week, as in the wake of every tragedy, we must go on.  There's no option for hiding under the covers, eating all the chips (just me?), or pretending like work doesn't exist.

In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. - Robert Frost

The important thing to remember is - we can move on.  A little kinder, a little gentler, and with a little more patience. 

And if we fail at that - as I've done thousands of days before - tomorrow is another fresh start.

What a precious, precious gift.

4 Classy Comments:

Kelly B. said...

thank you for saying this, especially the bottom portion. I find myself drawn to twitter and SO appalled that an hour after the incident people are retweeting how brands should turn off their auto tweets and ANYBODY who tweets about anything else is basically a heathen. People mourn in different ways, not everybody's first reaction is to think about their scheduled tweets,... we could all be a little bit kinder to one another in these situations.

Isa said...

What has been bothering me are the people posting conspiracy theories all over Facebook within 2 hours of the event. I am all for theorizing and analyzing and trying to figure out who did it, but give it a good 24 hours for the people directly affected to get over the immediate shock and get in touch with all their loved ones before you start punctuating their news feeds with accusations. Do you live in Boston? I hope everyone you know is okay.

Tess said...

I don't think it's silly that you take on the emotion of this major terrorist attack. You should! Everyone should. I feel like its so important to FEEL. Too many people are desensitized and lack sympathy and empathy, and that is just no way to live.

Bring on the kleenx - I'll mourn right there with you girl.

Mrs. Jones said...

It hurts my heart that things like this happen. I react a lot like you do. It's overwhelming, especially when you feel like there is not much you can do!

Thanks for sharing...

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