I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
I have always sucked at making boundaries. I know that it stems from a deep-seated need to be loved and accepted and so I tend to put up with a lot of crap from people for far longer than I should. Thankfully, therapy is curing me of that, but I know I’m not alone.
(and other musings on what was an adventurous weekend.) I’m going to be brutally honest. I was pretty unimpressed by you, SF. Had it not been for a rockstar like Danielle LaPorte coming to your city to speak to my soul, I probably could have lived my life without ever knowing you, even though meeting you has been on my 101 list. When it comes to first impressions, yours was