omnis, I am not sure I realized that you were strictly staff. I hope they let you teach.
Gunn ,'Power Play'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I posted on Facebook that I'm having a bad night tonight. Very lovely, well-meaning people are going to give me heartfelt encouragement that will make me want to punch something. It's hard when people are so sincere and so unaware of how their sympathy doesn't work.
Would an "unhelpful expressions of sympathy" bingo card be useful?
I know well thr desire to tell people what you really think of their encouraging words.
We're all just making it up as we go along. Sometimes I find myself frozen, not able to get past the censor in my mind, "If I felt like shit, would I want to hurl if someone said this to me?" And yet wanting to not simply turn away speechless as though the pain of another touched me not at all.
It is hard , because people want to let you know that you were heard. I tend to send out peace - even though that isn't going to happen now, it is what I hope can happen some day , some time if just for a moment.
The current collection of responses are lovely. But my new age woo-woo friends haven't responded yet. Ah, well, into every life a little woo-woo must fall.
edit: and the cat is telling me to go to bed. I shall listen to the cat.
Cats are bossy
I am sitting at the gate. Ready to board. ATL first for about 30 min then on to SYR. Bobby will pick me up and take me to Otter Lake. Woo!
Here's hoping today is a better day for you Connie. Like you've said before. One day at a time, one foot in front of the other. And we are all here for you.