I had a blinding flash of the obvious many years ago. It was about a friend who is Catholic who is wedded heart, soul, body and brains to the cruel and unusual teachings of the nuns when she was young and to what that did to her. In that flash, I realized that it is her pride in that long-ago awfulness that causes her pain today. She refuses to detach from the unfairness of it all...to hug it and kiss it and let it go.
This came to mind Friday with flashing lights, its own band and my prideful ego Lucy dancing to "My Way."
There is no fact in my despair, there is only pride in my despair...I feel worse than you do. And I'm going to for the next four years. Because.
The next four years are going to be fodder for my laughter. My only job is and will be to divorce myself from my black humor for that is pride in hiding. Find the gold, love and laugh.
Grey humor is okay though...I mean, why set an unreachable bar?
Thank you.
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