Christmas: anxiety levels at atomic mushroom heights.
Children screaming. Wrapping paper everywhere. And the
anxiety of potential flight complications looming.
Yet while I sit here, conscientiously stilling my breath and taking some Lamaze notes for my own stress levels, I let the reminder of life's brevity overtake me.
These people, these loud, just unbelievably loud,
nuanced, weird, testy, loving, fun, funny people are what gives me a reason to
come home.
Tulsa is just a city. Its shops and hills and predictability are comforting, but it's the chaos of my family that makes my heart so full.
I would be devastated if I ever lost even one of my
people. Our unit is messy and sometimes I need to leave the room--maybe drink a
little contextual beverage--and chill my introvert sensory self out a little,
but I love them with my whole heart.
So let them scream. Let them eat cake. I would rather
have a ringing in my ears than a hole in my heart.
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