A Soft Place to Fall
Saturday, February 20, 2021
I am so sorry if I worried you!
I used the phrase metaphorically, psychologically, in my friend feed.
I didn’t compose it and I forget where I picked up the expression.
It’s been a hard week here.
While we are starting to thaw out, others are suffering. Call me a bleeding heart, I feel for them.
Last night we received news that ANOTHER of DD’s friends lost her mother. That’s two close chums with dead moms this year. We’re not all that old. Harsh. Sucks.
A soft place to fall is something we all need. Many of us provide that to our families, in the form of a warm and cozy dwelling with food available. But it’s more than that. It’s another person to lean on. Someone into whose arms you can fall, and collapse and break down into tears. Let it all out. Admit you are not perfect. That self-sufficiency is a myth. We need each other. Everybody needs help now and then.
I’ve eaten more than I need and things I don’t need this week. I’ve eschewed stepping on the scale twice this week. I know I need to be gentle with myself. I want to run, hard, as fast and as far as I can, and then walk home. I’m pedaling the basement bike anyway, because I know that desire is more of a stress indicator than a workout plan.
Easy does it. One day at a time.
Going to go nurture myself now. You do the same, okay?