I've listened to it while cleaning the house, while writing, while cooking, or just when chilling around the house. I think its the honesty that gets me. She has loved and lost. But more importantly she's willing to talk about it.
It makes me appreciate that I'm not alone in my mood swings or responses to the world. I'm not happy with how the world is going, I'm doing my tiny contributions to make it better. I vote. I've loved so many things, and lost some, and sometimes my hope is just burnt. I guess that while I'm down I try to appreciate that it is the lows that give us the window to really appreciate the highs. But we also have to grab hold of the good things in life and appreciate them.
I find the more honest I am with people, and I've become rather blunt lately, they either get it and share in the moment, or the run to the hills away from the crazy lady to whom they are looking at. Last night I went to a new parent reception for DS2's preschool. It was cool; outside on a beautiful night. People kept asking how the adoption is going. I said, " great but it is also really hard and exhausting (ok, after the second glass of wine I actually said it was f---ing hell)." But really it is great and all has gone amazingly well. But that doesn't make adjusting to a major change in your life along with all the key people in your life also being in an adjustment period, easy.
Tomorrow the social worker comes for her follow up visit. I haven't decided how honest to be, because honestly, I've never really clicked with her.
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