Hoarse Whisperer

Carpool? Maybe stop for somebody else’s sandwich and coffee on the way?

It… was not.

Damn, people put a whole lot of that syrup shit in their coffee

I accidentally took the wrong drink at Dunkin’ Donuts this morning and didn’t tell them.

Am I going to hell? Or just prison?

That’s… typical.

I imagine a situation like that would be more like getting riddled by a dozen of them but living to tell about it.

“Eat prey. Leave.”?

It was a little darker than I expected.

It’s really all about how you put things.

If you say “Jeffrey Dahmer murdered his boyfriend and then ate his face,” well, that sounds sort of bad.

If you put it as more “one man’s brave journey to find healing after a loss by switching to the Keto diet,” it sort of takes the edge off, ya know?

I can neither confirm nor deny that… but if that were the case - which I’m not saying it is - the descriptor wouldn’t be “self-sanitizing.”

It would be “the ‘so hyperbolically bombastic an anti-truth that it makes Lord of the Rings look like a documentary’ version”.

Then I’d get all paranoid and be like “Oh, noooo… what if they DO let me? What if they just let me make a giant spectacle of acting like I taught the Dalai Lama how to love again… and THEN they say something?”

I’d just… worry. I’m a worrier. I think too much about, ya know, rational, foreseeable things.

I’d have all these intrusive thoughts like “This is a house of cards predicated on the person I was a horror to letting me get away with this… What if… they don’t?”

If I treated someone horrifically… I dunno… maybe this is just me… but I don’t think I would write a book that made it sound like I was off in Tibet on a brave solo climb up Mount Healing during the period when I was severely abusing them. Probably just me.

Weekly tradition time: finding some color no matter how gray the skies.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Got in the fall spirit or made plans for winter, both work. Just something good.

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Thank you for reading – and thank you for nearly a decade of weekly One Good Things.
 
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If this little tradition has ever lifted you up, helped you, got you through a hard week, or brightened a good one, I’m glad…

It has done the same for me.

If you are up for being my One Good Thing this one time, I would be profoundly grateful.

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I write and publish on a site called Substack. My page is:

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An annual subscription costs $4.17 a month.

While not a huge amount of money, it is large to me…

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Every week for nine years, I’ve asked people to share One Good Thing from their lives.

This week, I need to ask people to consider being the One Good Thing in not just my week but maybe my entire year. My this year. My next year.

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I’m right at the point where I could be… where I could finally write free from the things that have interfered.

However, the losses of the last year have battered my ability to afford the rebuilding ahead.

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It has been a hard, hard year.

As difficult as it has been, I’ve leaned into the pain rather than away from it.

I got to work and dug up every last unhealed wound, and worked to treat them… and they’ve healed.
 
Now, I am at the other side of the tunnel… almost.

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I had put one thing after another on my back, carried them all, and carried on.

Eventually, the weight wins.

The cumulative toll nearly wiped out my ability to write for months – which wiped out all of the progress I had made toward being able to sustain being a writer.

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It was as if the universe dumped every last thing that ever hurt me in my lap and said ‘It’s time to deal with this now…’.
 
The combined effects of old wounds being reopened while new ones were piled on knocked me to my knees.

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I had past traumas stacked up which I thought I had dealt with - but hadn’t really resolved. They all surfaced at once.
 
At the same time, I was dealing with a personal situation that mirrored the worst aspects of the worst of those past experiences.

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In March of last year, a friend died. I was with him for a week near when he passed.

The experience opened up a whole Pandora’s box for me filled with past traumas and wounds which had been long untreated.

I had just carried too much for too long.

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Then I began running into one external impediment after another. Twitter melted down. The platform I publish on turned away people trying to subscribe.

I needed to grow steadily just to stay afloat.

That got harder and harder.

Then a year and a half ago, the wheels came off.

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Three years ago, I made an abrupt leap into being a writer.

I had no safety net. I just leapt and hoped to learn to hang glide in midair.

For the first several months, I was… flying. It felt like flying.

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For nearly ten years now, I’ve been asking people to share One Good Thing from their week.

This week, I need to ask people to be the One Good Thing in mine.

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Weekly tradition time: finding some color no matter how gray the skies.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Got in the fall spirit or enjoyed a last taste of summer, both work. Just something good.

Weekly tradition time: finding some rays of light no matter the weather.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Caught the perfect sunset or made it through the dark to reach sunrise, both work. Just something good.

It’s true.

You too… and I found this very civilized - which is why I stayed with it… so thank you for that.

That’s a false binary.

I don’t make decisions based on fake binary choices I invent. Suit yourself though.