“It’s a good thing to have the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand.”
From The Old Blog, November 11, 2014:
The only rocks I have live 500 Km away from me. And while I only have a small umber of supportive rocks, at least if I had stayed where I was, I would still have the sand too. Either way, The people whom I predicted would be my rocks – well, they have been my rocks.
The theme of the past few days really seems to contradict what I wrote in this small segment from last year’s post. The irony of this whole situation (and possibly the utility of this November exercise) is that the
things people I thought were my rocks, really are not my rocks. Those are the people who live 500Km away from me. While there are some of those people who are still in my life, albeit in a smaller sense, I have come to realize that there are more important people, people who live so much closer to me, who are my real rocks. The only real rocks, which will always be there for me, and which have supported me this past year, are my family: my husband and my two kids. I love them.