What to do with Mother’s Day now?
Mother’s Day is a tough one. Dread begins seeping in to me weeks beforehand, building steadily. The thought of it drains my energy and knots my body with anxiety.
Last year, I spent the entire day before Mother’s Day in bed, sleeping, eating potato chips, and playing Candy Crush to still my heart and numb my mind. I wanted to go to bed and wake up to Monday morning, ready for work. A Monday work day was infinitely preferable to the terrible tomorrow ahead of me: my first Mother’s Day without my son, Tristan.
What the fuck was I to do with Mother’s Day now? …
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Six truths
1. A mother’s love
People say a mother’s love is blind, but that’s not true. A mother’s love is like x-ray vision. It sees her child’s soul, the ultimate source of truth. The only truth worth seeing. The rest of the human condition is camouflage.
I’m not blind. I see Tristan’s deceptions and hear his lies. I know his desperation, and where that leads him. Sometimes more clearly than he does. But that’s not the truth of who my son is. That’s the camouflage of addiction...
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Productivity for the uninclined
Productivity is an interesting word. It means to produce something. Anything. For any reason. There’s no inherent expectation of a specific result. As a society, we’re far too focused on productivity itself and not concerned enough with intention. People elect politicians to “get stuff done” with apparently no understanding or interest in intended outcomes. I’ve worked in corporate environments where Nike’s “Just do it!” tagline was touted as the path to success, but just do what? And why?
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Follow the shy kid
The idea of me leading a team, leading a company even, is absurd when I stop and think about it. I was the shy kid. Not just slow-to-warm-up-shy, but the kind of shy where if a stranger (or a teacher, or my friends’ parents) spoke to me I would freeze, deer-in-the-headlights style. People called me Chatty-Kathy as a joke. Everyone thought there was something wrong with me…
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Be free
Be free, sweet boy
From the fight
From the struggle
From the shadow's calling
You did all you could
In the rooms
In recovery
For laffers and love
For the new guy
For you
But still not enough
Never enough
And now…
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Happy New Year, Tristan
Happy New Year, Tristan! You missed so much in 2018, I’m not sure where to begin.
Jenn took her 1-year, and then 18-month, fob. I know you would have loved to be there for that. She got a new job and it’s shaping up to be a wonderful position with lots of opportunity. She moved in with Damyen, and they got engaged, and I’m so happy for them both. He’s a good egg…
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Something of beauty
This year, I’m not really feeling the whole New Year thing.
It’s not that I don’t have wonderful moments to look forward to in 2018–I do. I’m travelling to Costa Rica and Bali, I’m committed to my personal challenge of writing a book, my business is doing well and I love the work I do, I’m buying an apartment with one of my daughters…
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