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I don't post on here often but I felt compelled to share some thoughts in the hope that maybe someone somewhere may find this post useful later, even if that someone is future me.

Tomorrow marks 8 years and 6 months since my mom passed away and I find myself marveling at how far I've come from that horrible day that permanently changed my life and the lives of all who had the opportunity to know the beautiful soul I was lucky enough to call my mama. And while 8 and a half years is a very long time, it can also feel like no time at all. Grief is such a complex thing to go through and the path is different for literally everyone. Some days, I'm fine and don't spare that day a second thought, if it even gets one at all. Other days, like today, I find myself seeking hard memories, getting lost in my recollection of that day as if I'm trying to intentionally make myself sad. The benefit of being on this journey for so long though is that I'm finally able to recognize the dichotomy of these two states of existence and I realize how startling and jarring they can be while also realizing the importance of reflecting on them because they highlight an aspect of grief I haven't heard a lot of people talk about which is moving forward. Someone once told me that my grief doesn't get easier to carry, I get stronger and more capable of carrying it. While I think that's true to some degree I also think we get to choose how much and which aspects we carry forward with us. Over time I've realized that I can give myself permission to put down pieces of my grief that I no longer have to carry because I know it will be better for me in the long run. My backpack is only so big and I need room for new things that will better serve me in the future.

So. If you've made it this far I give you permission to put down that which no longer serves you. Just because you CAN carry it with you doesn't always mean that you SHOULD. That's it.

#coping with grief #what is grief if not love persevering #moving on #trauma #griefjourney #grieving #parental death mention tw #healing

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Sir Ian McKellen attended the Evening Standard Theatre Awards in London, Nov 13.

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Reblog Fairy Godmother Ian for all your dreams to come true.

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“if you’re straight then why did you say she was hot”

yo i’m straight not blind

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One time a nun at my school saw a hot guy and said “woah God did a nice job on that one” and we all looked at her like ??? and she goes “I’m allowed to look at the menu I just can’t order”

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Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.

Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.

Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.

Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.