Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on unite.
Go.
There is a lot of separation lately,
a lot of us are divided.
And even in my own head, I want space, I want to disconnect, I want to run and separate from the group.
And my fear is that my little faces see that.
They see and can feel that I'm not all here, I'm not united with them, we aren't connecting.
My patience is thin, I am just plain blue.
And it's not their fault, or any one person's fault.
Once again, it's my reaction to the world, it's how I take in, process and react to information.
It's how I crumble.
And this week starts a break together.
A trip, family time, lots of excitement, god, she is thrilled with every aspect of it.
And I promise you both, little faces, we will unite again.
Mom will find herself again, she will come back.
Because by separating, the cycle starts.
The one where his crying is unbearable
the one where her temper is out of control,
the one where I don't recognize any of us.
That's what happens when we all aren't in it together.
The separation makes it easier to be cold
unloving
unforgiving
unkind.
Instead, I will unite with the ones that I love and leave the blue, the sad, the angst, behind.
I pick you
I pick love
I pick together and I will reunite
with my family.
Stop.
I love this: "I pick you." THAT is what unity truly is! Love this!
Sarah #FMF