So I began to write out a list of losses and disappointments from the past eighteen months. It wasn’t at all heavy or dark; it was cathartic. The relief in simply naming things was palpable. For the grief, or disappointment, or sadness is in there, recognized or not, and it takes a lot of energy to keep it below the surface. Letting it rise, naming its sources, is relieving. That beach ball we’ve been trying to hold underwater gets to pop up, and we don’t have to suppress it anymore.
