My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

It’s surprising, the weight of things people carry.  Sometimes you’ll see it in their eyes, before they can hide it.  Sometimes you’ll feel it in a quick nervous gesture or hear it in a half spoken thought.  Most of the time though, you won’t know anything’s there at all. 

If you know me, or have ever met me, you’ll know I complain a lot.  Mostly about trivial things.  It’s what I do.  And it’s mostly in jest.  I’ve been described as stoic.  Also in jest.  I’m anything but, except when it comes to things that actually matter.  I’m coming across something that actually matters and I’d forgotten how hard silence is.  Not that one has to carry heavy things in silence, but some things are too hard to carry if you always have to acknowledge that they’re there.  You can’t really talk about it until it’s almost gone.  You walk around with it, feeling its weight at times and ignoring it as best you can, until one day it feels lighter and you realize you’re ready to let it go.  And if you’re lucky, there’s someone there to listen.

(Sorry, I didn’t mean for this post to be as cryptic as it ended up being. Just some things floating around my head and details I don’t want to get into – either because they aren’t my details to share or because I’m just not ready to get into them.  And I know I’m very fortunate in that I have a lot of amazing someones to listen.)

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