“Life happens.” I’m thinking about a similar comment from yesterday’s session with Debra. I was reflecting on my very busy week and all that happened. It was a packed eventful week, and as such I made reference to it being a hard week. I reminded her of the significance of last week’s session, the first edition of the newsletter I now edit being released, traveling to New Orleans and returning directly to go to Prescott, not to mention adjusting to Sophia’s departure. She asked for what reason was it “hard.” I said that it just seemed so…mainly because I was busy and I didn't have time to process the very revealing and intense session from Monday; I had a work deadline that required my focus; I had to pack for back to back trips; the emotional dealings with each of those trips…it was a lot. And so goes…”this is life.” Essentially I repeated myself. It was kind of a "don't you get it?"
Well, II’m getting it...now. I'm able to see things a little more clearly when I look through the FFA lens. There is a balance and a perspective to life's events. I didn't feel particularly dramatic about the week nor my retelling of its details, but I was keenly aware of the lack of time to absorb the impact from one thing before moving onto the next. Ok, so perhaps I was displaying some drama since I do have a flair for that. After all, it is what it is, and I yam what I yam. Some things do demand attention, and I had several things that were screaming “attention, Sara” to me. So maybe “hard” isn't the word; it is rather, significant.” Yes, I accept that I had a rather significant week.
I’m still catching up: my body wants rest; my thoughts are scattered; my emotions are mixed. And, this, Sara, is life. Welcome to yours.