I imagine there are all kinds of times it won't work - and perhaps, those are the times when the third way is 'we can't both win' - or something like that.
Thank you. I needed to hear there is a third choice. My situation is a bit different. Roger made his choice. It was the only choice he had. He died. My choice that he gets better didn’t happen. My life as I knew for the past 54 years flipped me like the proverbial rug jerked out beneath my feet. I thought I had just 2 choices left. Live with one of my sons (who all want me, thank goodness! ), and interrupt the flow of energy for his family, but allow me to live in comfort with money enough to travel, etc. Or, find a small studio within a 3 hour driving distance, and remain independent and be by myself for the first time since I was 18 years old. By the way, if I remain independent I’ll be living below the poverty scale, and my choices will be very limited. I don’t want to be a burden, nor a third wheel. And there’s love in both choices…..anybody see how I could possibly crank out a third choice using this same recipe? 💔❤️
Oh, love. Shall we go through this one step at a time? First, what a loss you have had. A beloved best friend, a life partner... that's not about choice. This is about grief - and love and the sorrow of losing everything you know all at the same time. Where shall you live? What will you do now? There is so much to decide - perhaps too much all at once. Perhaps you can set it all down for a little while. I know things must be sorted - and maybe sorted soon. But at least for today, for a moment - for this evening. What if we give this to Love - what if we hand all of it to the angels and say simply, Here, this is too much for me today. You take it.
What a lovely option! I try it at once❤️
This is beautiful. The third way. I have to say I’m not sure it works in every situation, but it’s worth a try. I’ll let you know how it goes! 😘
I imagine there are all kinds of times it won't work - and perhaps, those are the times when the third way is 'we can't both win' - or something like that.
something like that... or... maybe... we both must choose to get what we need.
Thank you. I needed to hear there is a third choice. My situation is a bit different. Roger made his choice. It was the only choice he had. He died. My choice that he gets better didn’t happen. My life as I knew for the past 54 years flipped me like the proverbial rug jerked out beneath my feet. I thought I had just 2 choices left. Live with one of my sons (who all want me, thank goodness! ), and interrupt the flow of energy for his family, but allow me to live in comfort with money enough to travel, etc. Or, find a small studio within a 3 hour driving distance, and remain independent and be by myself for the first time since I was 18 years old. By the way, if I remain independent I’ll be living below the poverty scale, and my choices will be very limited. I don’t want to be a burden, nor a third wheel. And there’s love in both choices…..anybody see how I could possibly crank out a third choice using this same recipe? 💔❤️
Oh, love. Shall we go through this one step at a time? First, what a loss you have had. A beloved best friend, a life partner... that's not about choice. This is about grief - and love and the sorrow of losing everything you know all at the same time. Where shall you live? What will you do now? There is so much to decide - perhaps too much all at once. Perhaps you can set it all down for a little while. I know things must be sorted - and maybe sorted soon. But at least for today, for a moment - for this evening. What if we give this to Love - what if we hand all of it to the angels and say simply, Here, this is too much for me today. You take it.
I will. I’ll give it to the Angels. I forgot. My brain is unable to think! Xoxo
I can imagine. Grief takes over everything.