I haven't been funny lately, people. I know. I have been so busy with life that anything requiring written cleverness has to be reserved for TVgasm. Plus, I am sad. So, so sad. A person I care for deeply 86-ed me from their life this weekend for reasons I still find unmerited. My heart just hurts. It's not quite the feeling of a break, but more like it's been squeezed really really hard and now it's bruised and ache-y and needs some healing salve.
You can't put neosporin and a band-aid on your heart and expect to make it better, but I still am putting a unicorn band-aid over my heart (pictured above) because it reminds me to be kind and gentle to myself and that it's okay to feel awful that someone was so inexplicably hurtful to me. And everything will be okay soon. I'm really busy after all, if nothing else. But if I sound like I'm phoning it in in the meantime, I probably am.
Something about seeing the unicorn bandage over my heart makes me feel like I'm doing something good for it. And it reminds me to keep my head up and my heart open. And regardless of the weekend's proceedings, I can never be reminded of that too many times.
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