So many I like and love have cancer, and I’m on the struggle-bus with it.
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My petty side is loud in my head, “why don’t terrible people get cancer? Like Majorie Taylor Green? We don’t need her.”
Yup, those are my actual thoughts. Not very Christ-like. Or Buddha-like. Or even decent-human-like.
So, I call a friend and walk and cry to her, and she doesn’t judge my pettiness. She listens and agrees. And when I calm down, I say, “I don’t actually want anyone to get cancer.” She says she knows that.
When I coach, I help parents understand that the more space we give an emotion, the less room it takes up (Neufeld) and this is what my buddy did for me. She didn’t shame me or say, “Meghan, you don’t mean that…” She just listened.
We think that, because we are adults, we are much different from our children. We aren’t.
Who can help you process your emotions with love? Who can just wait and trust that your better angels are on their way?
