Listen, we all struggle. For some of us it’s episodic, but for others it’s a chronic condition. Either way, pain is real and should be seen and valued.
I’ve come to learn that one way or another, if one’s wounds are unattended, they find a way to make themselves known – sometimes in the most dramatic of ways – like when I had my first panic attack in the middle of a benign load of laundry.
Since my folks passed, I’ve been seeing a therapist pretty regularly. Lawdy knows, I certainly could have used it before then, but mom’s dementia and death, followed by my dad’s sudden and shattering departure 14months later required I make it a priority.
At first, it was mostly to help me cope with overwhelming grief and guilt and chaos. Lately it’s been a time for me to dig in and open up, and then integrate what parts come up with my most caring, and curious, and ideally, contented self.
Welcome to Extraordinary the Ordinary, I am delighted you stopped by.
ExOr is a place that acknowledges how life as a grownup can be pretty mundane – the endless responsibilities, the plethora of roles, the relentless expectations. It is a space that encourages taking 15 minutes a day for only yourself to consider & challenge, create & celebrate. It is a base for finding ways to make life a little more extraordinary, in the midst of so much ordinary.
I hope ExOr is a part of the day that inspires grace, brings beauty, and leaves behind a trail of tales from the past, stories of the now, and dabblings in the what could be.
Please Join ExOr, if you are able, and in the meantime take good care.