Finally Friday, folks! In the states, Daylight Savings has packed her bags (ruby-red slippers and all) and it will be that beautiful full moon providing light at the end of this Autumn day.
I’m busy working on my manuscript (NaNoWriMo y’all) so I will spend November replaying some old posts while I grind out 50,000 words by midnight on November 30.
I even tricked Ned Hickson into throwing me a bone! You’ll see his hilarious Freshly Pressed post right before Thanksgiving.
I’ve read a lot of great posts from blogger friends this week and I’m so thrilled to be part of such a talented and supportive community.
If you are a parent who is also a childhood abuse survivor or know someone who is, please take a moment to head over to The Sisterwives page and read this brave post from Dawn: Parenting–An Unexpected Trigger. If you have your own story, consider joining these brave souls and contributing your words to their anthology. You can also find the project on this Facebook page.
And, since I’ve completely spent my writing brain on the 14,000 words produced elsewhere, I’m resurrecting a short post from last year. Even though it’s a little more light-hearted, it still reminds us that we aren’t in any of our battles alone. Whether you are fighting injustice or tackling a bad hair day, consider this a group hug and a big ole’ resounding TGIF!
Have a great weekend, friends!
So often we see our bruises as markers for bad memories, mistakes or poor decisions. Wouldn’t it be great if instead we saw them as reminders of grand adventures, unraveling laughter and lessons not learned otherwise.
My best stories are often inspired from the black, blue and yellow marks on my knees or head (and my heart).
These bruises make for better conversation
Loses the vibe that separates
It’s good to let you in again
You’re not alone in how you’ve been
Everybody loses, we all got bruises
We all got bruises
~Lyrics by Pat Monahan
How often do we get buried in the struggle? How many times have we hidden our emotional battle scars and bandaged the wounds with futile attempts and masks?
Why do we cover up our bruises?
We all got bruises–it’s okay to let them show.
You don’t believe me? Play the song and try to tell me that it didn’t lighten your heart just a little. xo