The “After” Myth

Found this blog by a fellow wordpress blogger. And, chika, she is incredible, inspirational, and right on the money. Here’s to today!

Can Anybody Hear Me?

After.

It’s here.

In my first post, Before, 3 years ago, I said “I’m not to After yet, but I’m closer to After than to Before.”

I now weigh 117 – 120 pounds (depending on the day), and standing at 5-foot 6-inches, that measurement means that After is very, very here. But, before you congratulate me, dear readers…if I have any…and dear friends and family who I know follow this blog… I have to come clean with you: I don’t feel like I’m at After. I’m terrified of being at After. And, I don’t like that After is here.

The tagline of my blog is “uncovering myself one pound at a time.” For most of this blog, I’ve spoken strongly about how my relationship with food and myself was what caused my weight struggles. I stand by that. The thing is, the symptoms have resolved faster than I’ve been able to…

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Grieving with you, Rejoicing with you, Praying for you

I’ve been struggling to write a post on grief for days now. My dear friend and fellow blogger has done an amazing job articulating the need to grieve in order to heal. Much love to you all.

Restoration . . . . . Renewal . . . . . . Revival . . . . . . . . . Real Life .

My sweet Aunt Elaine went to be with Jesus last night. (8:15am April 6th, USA time.)

It’s difficult to be on the other side of the world during times like this, unable to spend a little more time with her before she went, unable to say goodbye or go to the memorial service, unable to be with family to remember together and grieve and rejoice and support Jim, my uncle, as he’s dealing with the loss.

I’m hiding in the back corner of a coffee shop this morning.. it’s the most private place I can find to read the Caring Bridge journal entries leading up to yesterday, celebrate her life, “verbally process” on paper a bit, and cry in peace.

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/elaineclymer

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What an unselfish response, that my Uncle Jim used the very last window of her consciousness to reassure Aunt Elaine that she had lived a full life, she…

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