Boston Marathon 2013. 3 dead.
I am quite incapable of putting what I am experiencing in my heart into words. Yet, I must write. Perhaps, it would be easier to say what I don’t feel.
I don’t feel anger or hate. I don’t feel profound loss in that I lost someone I know or in any way felt intimately connected to the victims of the bombing.
I feel sad. Deeply sad. I am also unable to determine if I am sad due to the bombing or the bombing is simply the frame for my current sadness which has more to due with my mother’s battle with breast cancer, my sister’s battle with her self, my nephew’s battle with intense PTSD as well as many other struggles that I find myself privy to and most definitely am intimately connected to.
I was sitting in my office, lamenting about the series of unexpected events in my day which were making my job a sincere challenge when Todd burst in with the news of a bombing at the Boston Marathon.
Today my concerns are understaffing, getting more credit card apps, my store is under in sales for the past 10 days and our customer experience scores are low. It all seems so trivial. I may get to hang out with a good friend tonight, which will be nice.
Today I will go through the motions, trusting that tomorrow will just just a teeny bit better. Tomorrow I see my kids. They are my everything.
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