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A better moment

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I’ll just get the negative out of the way right now and say this: the next time someone says to me “time heals all wounds,” I’m going to punch him or her  in the tender bits. Feel free to do that to the next person who says it to you, too. Here’s the thing: some wounds never heal. You never get over some things. You learn to cope, you get on with it, but you never get over it and the wounds don’t ever fully heal. And you go along living your life and thinking you’re doing just fine and then you get blindsided and it hurts all over again.

So, I got my particular wound opened up again yesterday, and I bawled, and then I got on with it. There was nothing else I could do, unless I let the hurt rule me again, and to that I say “fuck that shit.” So I bawled and got on with it.

After I dried my tears, I got my fine wide arse out for a really fantastic walk, then I spent some quality time just enjoying the beauty of my surroundings. It was peaceful, and a balm to my ruffled soul. I didn’t turn to food to soothe me, no sweeties, no bread, no pasta this time. I walked. Yep, one of my better moments.

Here’s to the better moments. I’m going to do my best to make it a great day, and am hoping you will do the same.

About Kymm

I'm a reader and writer and knitter, a sister, daughter, and friend. This blog is my letter, of love and hate, frustration and joy, rants and praises, to a great big world. You can read it if you want to.

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