There are times when the weight is just too heavy.
When circumstances overwhelm us.
When the call from the hospital or the child’s mistake or the wound unwittingly delivered is just too raw to proceed without acknowledgement.
In the past I fought that.
I ignored it.
I numbed it with wine or Facebook or an endless list of incompletable but incredibly business producing tasks.
I fabricated other problems to think about.
I focused on other people’s concerns.
This time is different.
When the weight grew too heavy, I fell.
I told the right people about the weight. Gave them the details and trusted.
And they asked.
“How are you? Do you want to talk?”
And I cried more. And they comforted and coached.
And we were all softer for the moment.