07 August 2011

hear me roar

I am an olympic caliber avoider.
I avoid like other people breathe.
I hate to confront uncomfortable anythings, and will spend months of time and oodles of energy uncomfortably trying to avoid the uncomfortable.
Then, there is a moment that comes, where "it" (the dreaded whatever) is imminent. Suddenly, I turn into something fierce and focused, I run at it, arms waving, roaring...

Today is a roar day.
A tired roar, granted. A lump in throat roar. A roar that sounds a little whimpery at the edges. But hey...

Here we are, the day before.
Home stretch (with a big ole emphasis on the stretch).


6 comments:

sprogblogger said...

Roar away, dear friend! Glad you're roaring, glad the focus is there to help you through this. Thinking of you.

Baby Smiling In Back Seat said...

You can do it, tigress! (Lioness? Something else fierce?)

Queenie. . . said...

Good luck!

What IF? said...

Good to hear a roar in the home stretch. You will get through this rough period. Sending love and strength, and hoping that Della's gorgeous bubbly babyness makes everything else more bearable.

Elizabeth said...

ROAR. Dear Kate - I think of you pretty much daily, even though I've been mostly working, living, and not on line this summer. Have missed you most of all.

Watch you go, making it through. Sending love,
Elizabeth

PS -- could that baby be any more beautiful? Impossible. What a wonder.

Kate said...

Hope everything went ok today. Wishing you great things for this next phase of your life.