How are you holding up?
Are you over it? I'm on it. I'm fine. At least, sometimes I think so. Obviously this isn't what I wanted but that's life. I will not lie. It's an adjustment, but the world keeps spinning.
And I am an adult. I have kids who trust me. I mean, they don't Hear For me, but I can't just curl up into a ball and mope.
Sometimes I feel ashamed of how different I feel about it. From September I will be Ashamed That's how well I'm holding it together. I've become the person laughing at a funeral.
I'll admit it: I was surprised, but I knew it could happen. I was proud to be a contrarian when all the other supporters were putting the cart before the horse. I have done my research. I read all the articles. I know the history. it Is Happened before also. It wasn't that long ago!
It will probably happen again.
I would be lying if I didn't admit that I think about it. Mainly in the morning. It mostly just lingers for a moment and I want my entire day to be his. As soon as I get my coffee, I always ask the same question: “Is this real? How did this happen?”
I have taken a deep look at all the numbers and tried to figure out who is to blame. Sometimes I think I care too much. Other times I think my emotional state means I have lost the ability to empathize.
I am a numb shell of a formerly kind person.
This happens every morning. Then I shrug it off, wake my kids up for school and face reality: The New York Jets are not going to the playoffs. They have Aaron Rodgers, Davante Adams, and that defense! All those weapons! and they are Done,
This is cruel.
Anyway, I'm fine. We will be fine.
Perhaps…
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