First of all, thank you for another beautiful essay. I only just came home and ate some crepes I made yesterday, even though I am still full from the food we had at this amazing small Greek restaurant here in Nottingham.
My ex boss had a leaving meal today and it was probably the most amazing I had. Nothing super extraordinary happened, but I noticed how grateful I felt for all the ex colleagues I met there and how I finally felt content after a bit of shake up from a relationship that almost was, but wasn't. Looking at the bitter outcome of the Stanley Cup finals for Oilers on Monday I wonder if it wouldn't be better to lose the battle earlier as coming too close to winning and then don't win is just painful. But somehow as I read your essay I started to notice being OK, instead of trying to be OK, or telling myself I should be OK. I suppose it takes time to accept "defeat" in whatever form it manifests.
Also, after I read your essay I had this metaphor in my head, that it's like Bridge To Terabithia, you write it, I read it, then I reply in the comment and you reply back. It feels like a bridge between our minds separated by space, yet somehow it's possible to connect and experience closeness.
I really hope your retreat in Portugal is amazing and I would love to wish you a safe journey back home next week (I hope I remembered this right lol).
I always love how your essays make me feel and I am grateful for you. Thank you.
Hi Ally,
First of all, thank you for another beautiful essay. I only just came home and ate some crepes I made yesterday, even though I am still full from the food we had at this amazing small Greek restaurant here in Nottingham.
My ex boss had a leaving meal today and it was probably the most amazing I had. Nothing super extraordinary happened, but I noticed how grateful I felt for all the ex colleagues I met there and how I finally felt content after a bit of shake up from a relationship that almost was, but wasn't. Looking at the bitter outcome of the Stanley Cup finals for Oilers on Monday I wonder if it wouldn't be better to lose the battle earlier as coming too close to winning and then don't win is just painful. But somehow as I read your essay I started to notice being OK, instead of trying to be OK, or telling myself I should be OK. I suppose it takes time to accept "defeat" in whatever form it manifests.
Also, after I read your essay I had this metaphor in my head, that it's like Bridge To Terabithia, you write it, I read it, then I reply in the comment and you reply back. It feels like a bridge between our minds separated by space, yet somehow it's possible to connect and experience closeness.
I really hope your retreat in Portugal is amazing and I would love to wish you a safe journey back home next week (I hope I remembered this right lol).
I always love how your essays make me feel and I am grateful for you. Thank you.
Namaste 🙏