I am a walking collection of coping mechanisms.
We all are.
It just seems that way as we watch the parade of social media and we mistake life representations for life, like when we mistake reality tv for reality. Most forms of media are a parade. Big noises, shiny trumpets, flags waving.
At home and in our lives is where we do the real work, the hard work, where we grit our teeth and the trombone sits in its black case in the garage, unused and out of tune.
But that’s okay.
We learned to take what worked for us and keep it, while throwing away that which did not serve. (I hope you did this. And if not? Do it now. The freedom you feel will become snowflakes on your tongue – addictive, evaporating, as your mouth stays open for more.)
No one will give you a badge or hold a parade. But you can hear the band playing if you listen closely, very closely, inside you. Oh, that band is playing.
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