I came across a former officemate on my way home. I almost didn't recognize her because she was becoming a bit big than the last time I saw her (preggy!). The usual "how are you's" were exchanged, and for a moment I felt at home seeing a familiar face - and I do not feel alienated at all. Maybe this is what Ms. Liz was telling me - the power of being nice.
On our way home (me to philcoa), she told me a couple of things after I left the office... And somehow knowing that people actually understood what happened to me, makes me genuinely happy inside. No need to question anything, no need for me to fan the fire or ignite the spark.
Sometimes it takes a lot of letting go (of the bad feelings) to be able to move on, and be humble. Sometimes it takes a lot of respect not to badmouth (intentionally / unintentionally) for you to maintain ties.
Sometimes it takes a lot of patience to clear your thoughts and not to snap and be defensive.
It takes one hell of GMRC. Indeed we owe our parents a lot (and our kinder teachers too!)
It was not a walk in the park; what we go through, that one is a fact. We can only speak for ourselves. When you look back on your struggles, you will realize that you never thought you actually survived everything. But definitely, when you are faced with a difficult situation, you will always be reminded of the moments when you fought with all your might and survived, if not, won.
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