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Waves

By October 9, 2017 No Comments

So…I was drinking coffee yesterday out of my new mug and thinking. Thinking about Paul and about how people have likened grief to riding waves. It’s pretty accurate really. One moment I’ll be fine and the next moment grief washes over me. Then my brain started extending the metaphor… tsunamis, boats, fish, etc. It all works. Some days are stormy and the waves just keep coming. And some of them are huge. But what if I were in a boat? I could weather the waves better…until there was a storm…and then I’d end up crashed on the rocks. But what about fish? Fish survive disturbances in the ocean, they just keep swimming. I hate swimming. I always have. But that’s what I decided to do… just keep swimming. And then I looked down at my awesome coffee mug and it reminded me of something else that swims… mermaids. Mermaids are fabulous and awesome and elusive. That’s how I’m going to deal with this. I’m going to be a mermaid damn it!