The one thing I will say is that the first few times I read this, it hurt. Badly. Then the more I read it I understood why - it hurt because it was all true and I didn't want to admit it. I try to be so positive and upbeat that I didn't want to admit to myself that I live in the Land of Not OK. But I do. I just work hard to take extended, meaningful trips to the Land of OK.
So here goes - Dispatches From The Land of Not OK.
Thanks Shasta, for sharing your words.
Sidenote - I still cheer and mourn
Thank YOU, Tracey, for being so honest with us and with yourself.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to admit we are Not OK but there is a certain peace in that once we do. I probably shouldn't admit this, but I, too, have read that post many, many times over the last few days and feel different about it each time.
And since you have so much more practice than me you can be my cruise director next time we go to the Land of OK. OK? :)