Don’t Shoehorn Me In

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It happened at a friend’s house.

Thankfully…

My host helped facilitate my Syracuse discussion, 5 Steps to Heal Grief.

As hard as I try to tell people that my focus is on healing, or healing grief, or, as I say “learning to live our best lives, even in the face of adversity,” people always say, “She’s giving a workshop on grief.”

Even my dearest friend, whom I haven’t had a great deal of time to share my work and ideas and philosophy with as she leads a full life some two-plus hours from me.

“I like to say that my work picks up where grief leaves off, that The Five Facets Philosophy (T5FP) begins in the space where grief begins to soften,” I said to her while we discussed the day’s event.”

“People tend to shoehorn me into grief,” I continued, gesturing to simulate stuffing something into a space, “why, a few days ago I received an invitation to become a grief specialist…”

“Wait…is that right? Shoehorn?”

“Is that the right word?”

“I don’t think that’s the right euphemism…” I babbled on.

A fine editor and word aficionado and an even greater friend (she didn’t erupt into laughter), she knew exactly what I meant…

“I think it’s pigeonhole,” she said…

Shorehorns…fences…pigeonholes…

There were many other Moments that made me smile or feel warm and fuzzy or just flat out appreciative of the people and places and promises that are all around me.

But, since I’m spending the weekend traveling and will return home just in time to watch Big Guy’s team play their state cup game, I’m going to let this Annah-Ism stand in…

Laughter always fills that happy organ inside of us, doesn’t it?

With love and a bit of laughter for you, my magical friends…

 

Soon…

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