Day 47: By the Book- GriefAs humans in possession of complex minds, we dabble not in the realms of joy through each day of our lives. More often than not, it would seem, we find ourselves in states of miserable grief.A heavy volume will seek to explain grief. But it will fall short in its explanations of that wretched feeling, for no words in the world could truly convey the earth-shattering betrayal of peace grief brings.A book could tell you to send flowers or to send a simpering card and chocolates. But what good are such tokens? Should a book imply that stale sweets and impersonal trifles will solace a grieving heart?Nothing in the world will prepare you to deal with the heart-rending grief that overwhelms you as you watch your brother lowered into the ground.Nothing in the world will prepare you to deal with the betrayal felt after the separation of your parents.Nothing in the world will prepare you to grieve over the loss of a close teacher, a close colleague.Nothing in the world could possibly prep
Day 45: Enough.I'm not skinny enough.I'm not curvy enough.I'm not pretty enough.I'm not plain enough.But I am a different kind of pretty, a different kind of plain. I don't turn heads, I don't draw attention. I am beautiful in every way that you deny that I am.I'm not tall enough.I'm not short enough.My eyes aren't blue enough.My hair isn't bleached enough.But I am enough. I am beautiful enough, smart enough, and charismatic enough.Are my tears enough? Will they suffice as an adequate excuse for being "ugly"?Is my blood enough? Is it so unique and grotesquely beautiful that it will change your mind about me?Am I sassy, sexy, haughty enough to quench your pernicious desire?I am enough, whether or not you take me at face-value. I have an effervescent, radiant beauty that your definition of "enough" will never grasp.