I miss M. Sometimes nobody else can substitute for that non-judgmental listening understanding ear and laughing company.
As I am writing this post, tubes sit on ice waiting to be processed. And I find myself telling them..I don't care about you, you little pieces of DNA. I don't care if you disintegrate, die, or stick to a complex I can never pull you out of. I just don't care anymore. How about that, eh?
Realised how good that feels.
Also just realised it's not entirely true. A small part of me does care. So I shall go rescue them to appease that small part of me.
But if they don't make it yet again this time most of me won't care. So there.
How we cling on to advice from all and sundry in moments of confusion. Must always remember, that each person's advice comes from a certain perspective..there is really no such thing as unbiased opinion, they are all influenced by whatever experiences that shape that person....and that may not apply to us in totality..or sometimes even remotely.
Blog therapy is awesome. I was in such a funk since this afternoon..and suddenly I feel fine.