I’ve known Keri for many years, I think initially through her attendance at my events (pitfall of the job — I meet so many folks, it’s hard to keep track of the initial when, how, why’s). I’ve always found her to be a thoughtful, kind, participatory spirit, eager to support others and to challenge and work on herself. I witnessed her adorable relationship with her parents (even ran into the three of them at a restaurant once) and her heart-warming relationship with a male youth she tutored for many years (the image of him at a Bulls game, hugeeeee grin, is still easy to recollect eons later). She was part of my mass exodus of Chicagoans to other places a few years back, in her case, DC. While I miss her physical presence in the Mac & Cheese world, I’m very glad she’s remained in the online sphere of mine. One of the primary reasons is that she’s happy AND sad. She lives a full life with FRIENDS! TRAVEL! GOING OUT! but also with QUILTING! SOLO MEAL COOKING! STAYING IN! She’s transparent, share’y, and sit in the muck but eventually pull yourself up’y, all Life of Yes℠ traits.
When I saw one of her recent posts, I was a) moved and b) desirous of giving Cheese-Its access to her journey. Which leads us to this Guest Post. I hope you find her words to be as I did, like a pair of slippers and a mug of cocoa, exactly what you need when you’re feeling alone, devastated, lost.
I encourage you to follow and interact with Keri on social and to share your own stories of muck there and here in the comments, if so inspired. It’s cocoa’y to hear we’re not the only ones.
[Confession: when someone says they’re cleaning at all or in a certain way because of you, well, let’s just say they forever have a spot in my love-nest.]
Be scrupulously honest with yourself and others.
If an interaction or a person or a situation feels gross or manipulative or like it is trying to make you feel or be small: walk away.
Listen to your body when it tells you something is wrong and ask how you can be better in alignment with your truth.
I’ll leave you with a poem
I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.