I have one goal today; to make it through this day. I slept until 0905 then the puppy forced me up and out of my slumber. After the required potty break I loaded her in the car and headed off for pancakes. I promised myself if I woke early enough I would go out for breakfast especially since I know that's the only way I'll eat today.
That accomplished I sat down to check my email and the tears started flowing. Emails from friends with me this day 7 years ago, all of us connected by tragedy, disaster and loss. The newspaper assails me with saddness. The web pages prey on my emotions. As hard as I try, avoidance mode in full throttle I can not escape. It will hit me suddenly and I'll shatter. Tears welling up in my eyes.
Hair in a ponytail, cosmetics nonexistent I will spend this day quietly, more than likely alone as to be with anyone would take more energy than I have.
It's 1045 and I'm left wondering how to make it through the remaining hours of this day known at September 11th.
This started out as letters home to my friends and family while I was at Hurricane Katrina, and continued through my deployment to Afghanistan. I have recently added my friend Clara Hart as a contributor. Now it very roughly chronicles life as a civilian, and citizen of the USA. If you need some assistance with Workplace Safety Programs, please let me know, I am happy to help.
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Altho I had to work on Sept 11th, there were times I just had to stop and take several deep breaths and to let the SAD-ness ease from my mind.
When I got home I was totally drained and need some really serious down time. Took a hot shower and went to bed early with a good book.
My furry-fuzz ball joined me and made certain that her motor was going full blast and that I knew she was there by pricking a claw occassionally into my ankle. Some- times that furry-fuzz ball is nice to have around but the pricking claws are not.
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