tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post5588078404765356662..comments2024-03-22T18:15:05.528-07:00Comments on Advice From a Single Girl: My First Day - And Somehow It EndedVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15353740485888176936noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-64977074584573034472016-10-04T17:50:02.446-07:002016-10-04T17:50:02.446-07:00Thank you. :)
(Way to make a girl cry again!) ;) ...Thank you. :)<br /><br />(Way to make a girl cry again!) ;) Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353740485888176936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-1052936717170988722016-10-04T13:26:11.864-07:002016-10-04T13:26:11.864-07:00You are strong. Even when you don't feel it. :...You are strong. Even when you don't feel it. :)kandijayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05485328156640728617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-9535156762515498152016-10-03T21:35:53.757-07:002016-10-03T21:35:53.757-07:00Oh Jeez Kandi! I'm horrified just reading tha...Oh Jeez Kandi! I'm horrified just reading that! BIG BIG HUGS. Oh man...I feel ya. And thanks. Your comment made me cry (but in a good way if that makes sense... thanks for making me feel strong)Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353740485888176936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-80394487032426973782016-10-03T21:34:04.607-07:002016-10-03T21:34:04.607-07:00I might write differently if I had a spouse and ki...I might write differently if I had a spouse and kids J. I live in enough fear with just my friends and family and I do still edit. And cringe at posting some stuff, for sure.<br />Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353740485888176936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-10972143220162472252016-10-03T08:57:51.205-07:002016-10-03T08:57:51.205-07:00Several years ago, my best friend's father die...Several years ago, my best friend's father died after a short illness. Her mom had died when we were in high school, she's an only child, and she really needed me. So I drove the 6 hour trip (which took 8 hours) through a torrential downpour which somehow lasted through all 4 states, including Chicago during rush hour. I spent three days with her, planning the funeral, reminiscing, crying and laughing, and then the day before the funeral, I drove back home so I could board a plane the next day for Connecticut for a work conference. That I was in charge of running.<br /><br />I flew to White Plains, New York, and because of delays got there in time for rush hour. New York City rush hour, which I foolishly believed I would miss because I was several miles from New York City, but it turns out NYC rush hour covers several states. Seriously.<br /><br />So I'm mentally and emotionally exhausted, driving in an unfamiliar car on unfamiliar roads with different laws (really east coast?? You have to come to a complete STOP on an entrance ramp before merging with 80 mph traffic?? WHO THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA????) and one hour drive to my hotel actually took almost four. When I finally got to my hotel, I checked in with a smile, took my bags to my room, and collapsed on the floor and sobbed. For three hours. I cried until I was sick. I don't remember anything else about that evening, besides the crying.<br /><br />I made it through the conference, but I made a coworker drive my rental car (and me) back to the airport when it was all over because I just couldn't.<br /><br />My point? You are a rockstar. There is no way on God's green earth I could have done what you did. Truth.kandijayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05485328156640728617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-40313933409692425512016-10-02T10:28:23.296-07:002016-10-02T10:28:23.296-07:00Reading your memories makes me realise how very bo...Reading your memories makes me realise how very boring and pedestrian my blog/life has become, and how much I filter everything for fear that somebody will read it, and object to any part of it.<br /><br />You kind of rule, you know...Jonathan Becketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00996198929462191315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-32069493487271636632016-10-02T09:33:59.716-07:002016-10-02T09:33:59.716-07:00Could very well be part of our human dealing/copin...Could very well be part of our human dealing/coping mechanism, you're right.<br /><br />And thanks. I also hope I never have to again!!!!! Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353740485888176936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-561864250039322612016-10-01T21:22:16.120-07:002016-10-01T21:22:16.120-07:00Maybe this is how we deal with things this unpleas...Maybe this is how we deal with things this unpleasant. Turn them into a narrative that gives us a distance from the events, and allows you not to fall completely apart.<br /><br />I can say I am very, very glad you survived. And glad to learn you are capable of doing something like this... while hoping you never have to again.Jason Langloishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02507550527211520786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-38374639491828928162016-10-01T11:23:16.001-07:002016-10-01T11:23:16.001-07:00Thanks. It really was. I did survive it, althoug...Thanks. It really was. I did survive it, although it didn't feel like it at the time. <br /><br />It's funny, I am in an odd mood this morning (maybe the weather?)and can read this like a story.... not something I went through and it's quite a story... which feels very odd. :/Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353740485888176936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32545265.post-27184950568859600152016-10-01T09:56:26.170-07:002016-10-01T09:56:26.170-07:00Such a terrible first day. Yet you survived it li...Such a terrible first day. Yet you survived it like good steel, and not cheap iron. I'm so impressed (mix with horrified).Jason Langloishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02507550527211520786noreply@blogger.com