scent of cedar
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difficult child called yesterday. She was sober. Asked that her weekly money and copies of her transcripts be sent to an address in the far northern part of the state. There is work there for a person with a degree, even if she doesn't teach.
So, that is good, good news.
With difficult child out of imminent danger, it is time for me to begin doing and concentrating on, healthy, happy things.
Maybe I will do some yoga, and practice that same meditation technique I was telling Witz about this morning.
I may even begin doing Tai Chi, again. I haven't done it but three times, since we got back.
:O)
That is the hard part too, about having difficult child children. If by some miracle the pressure is off, we don't know what to do with ourselves, how to get back to, and enjoy, the rhythms of normal life.
Worry, as Recovering always tells us, is a habit.
Coping with life at the edge of bad expectation ~ that difficult child would die, that she was being beat ~ all those coping skills take such energy, steal so much head room.
It is interesting to see, now that we might be on the other side of this, just how much time, energy, and oh, I don't know ~ curiosity about what life might hold, I suppose ~ have been buried under something very dark.
And how we are too engrossed in difficult child problems to even know that we've left our own lives hanging; unfinished, unexplored, uncelebrated.
Barbara
So, that is good, good news.
With difficult child out of imminent danger, it is time for me to begin doing and concentrating on, healthy, happy things.
Maybe I will do some yoga, and practice that same meditation technique I was telling Witz about this morning.
I may even begin doing Tai Chi, again. I haven't done it but three times, since we got back.
:O)
That is the hard part too, about having difficult child children. If by some miracle the pressure is off, we don't know what to do with ourselves, how to get back to, and enjoy, the rhythms of normal life.
Worry, as Recovering always tells us, is a habit.
Coping with life at the edge of bad expectation ~ that difficult child would die, that she was being beat ~ all those coping skills take such energy, steal so much head room.
It is interesting to see, now that we might be on the other side of this, just how much time, energy, and oh, I don't know ~ curiosity about what life might hold, I suppose ~ have been buried under something very dark.
And how we are too engrossed in difficult child problems to even know that we've left our own lives hanging; unfinished, unexplored, uncelebrated.
Barbara