“At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.”
~ Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
I read a perfect description, on Paige Strickland’s blog (https://stricklandp.wordpress.com/2017/10/12/a-teachable-moment/) of what it feels like to be an adoptee: “It’s like what if I was born with 3 missing fingers instead? Ya know? You learn to compensate, you move on. You find a way to have a life, but 3 missing fingers sucks even though it won’t kill you. You might want to hide your bad hand from a lot of people and wonder what it would be like to have normal hands even if you do figure out how to hold a pencil. You learn to deal but you still would like to not have those missing parts.” (Emphasis mine.)
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I purchased some disgustingly-expensive specialty tea yesterday and I’m kicking myself. It’s good and delicious but flies in the face of my simple happy mantra. I will think of that every time I brew a cup, I’m afraid.
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So, simple happy.
Soup bubbling on the stove.
Antique store browsing with hubby.