Being "Fixed" . . . or at least Trying
This popped up on my Facebook feed the other day. I sat and read the words over and over. That is true, right? I looked it up . . . just to make sure. Nope . . . nothing in the definition of "broken" suggests, to me , that something can be fixed. Well, that sort of sucks. I am trying, anyway. To be fixed. It is hard. Phil took me away for a few days. He had to visit Miami Beach for work (rough, I know. Especially in the middle of January.) He convinced to me tag along and try to get some rest - to try and clear my mind and sooth my soul. I am so grateful for the opportunity to do that. To just . . . BE. But sometimes "BEing" can be really, really difficult. The weather was gorgeous. The drinks were plentiful. The beach was truly . . . breathtaking. And my soul . . . my soul rested. But sometimes . . . when your heart is broken . ....