What was weird about my day?
Its general essence was very weird.
“Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist’s career.”
~ E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
Am I holding a grudge?
Yes, I suppose I am.
I have to say, though, that I am looking for a way to get past things. My concern, however, lies in protecting me as best I can. My mother can be a cruel one when she embarks on one of her judgmental tirades. And considering that the one that is at the heart of this happened at the very crux of my cancer diagnosis, I am in a mode to protect myself to the very best of my abilities.
“It is difficult to be generous-minded to those we have greatly harmed.”
~ P.D. James, The Children of Men
I realize that tomorrow________________
Happens. Tomorrow happens with quite some regularity and I have no expectation that shall ever change.
“The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen…wonderful things.”
~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars