tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post744624042129709274..comments2023-10-21T05:29:01.439-04:00Comments on Becoming: Bemused ConfusionSunny Delighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09813476500121784003noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-68439196025378832432007-05-23T01:47:00.000-04:002007-05-23T01:47:00.000-04:00Sometimes, when I think about the 'pain' of change...Sometimes, when I think about the 'pain' of change, I think about a snake casting off its old skin. Because it doesn't fit anymore. And I wonder how that must feel, the super-sensitivity of new scales. Does it feel good, or just vulnerable. Or a bit of each?<BR/><BR/>Sometimes we just have to 'shed'.Fionahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00727596416170770024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-87131994785849493302007-05-20T22:22:00.000-04:002007-05-20T22:22:00.000-04:00Well, I think the salt of the pickles is replenish...Well, I think the salt of the pickles is replenishing the salt you lose to tears! Of course life is never a straight line. Who could live that way going straight ahead? It is all cyclical and spiral, a moving forward and a circling round back again before the next bit of progress. Get all those tears out,there is a certain number required before you are done with this. Every tear that goes, Jachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11784017900029547388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-18212906362601799832007-05-20T20:52:00.000-04:002007-05-20T20:52:00.000-04:00Deb, I know, I know, it is much harder than I thou...Deb, I know, I know, it is much harder than I thought it would be. We stopped by a friends house today, Miss Daughter was perfectly willing to voice her views with my friend, but I was pretty much mums the word, I don't know why, except it just feels like whining. I have never been a whiner. ~smiling~ Wouldn't know it from this blog would you?<BR/><BR/>Phil,<BR/>A dill pickle metaphor....hmmmm...Sunny Delighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09813476500121784003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-17467743742473407122007-05-20T16:45:00.000-04:002007-05-20T16:45:00.000-04:00Girl.. I think you're in my head. And I think i ...Girl.. I think you're in my head. And I think i found a new bloggin' friend *grin*<BR/><BR/>::hug::<BR/><BR/>I'll be back.Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04960617637819340725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-47530309361796033352007-05-20T16:39:00.000-04:002007-05-20T16:39:00.000-04:00Yes, call!!! I'm the same way you are, Miss Delig...Yes, call!!! I'm the same way you are, Miss Delight. I find it hard to pick up the phone when I need a friend.<BR/><BR/>If you were right down the street, I would simply show up, listen (for as long as you wanted to talk) and then hug you until you let go first.<BR/><BR/>Divorce is never easy, and going through it without a friend to commiserate with is hell on earth. Reach out. Call. Sally-Salhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17245202222520331383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-118403020690440892007-05-20T14:58:00.000-04:002007-05-20T14:58:00.000-04:00Hmmm....lonely and enjoying pickles. I wonder if t...Hmmm....lonely and enjoying pickles. I wonder if there's a metaphor in that?Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09410795209306696264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026828.post-5723280560250186002007-05-20T11:57:00.000-04:002007-05-20T11:57:00.000-04:00Call dammit, or write or something. You have frie...Call dammit, or write or something. You have friends that are more than willing to listen, happy to lend a shoulder. ASK! <BR/><BR/>We need other people in our lives, friends, family. It's okay to not be strong all the time. It's okay to weep, to grieve, to need help. <BR/><BR/>So let down the drawbridge, open the door, break down the walls, let others in. It's not so bad, it's pretty goodAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com