Getting my house in order
I am getting stronger after my three year descent into depression. It's rewarding…though I know I'll never match the false plateau I lived on from my 20's until my late 60's when I faced the bloody incisors of trauma full frontal.
But now I can see my village and it looks a bit like Dresden, or what I imagine Gaza looks like after the pummeling my country financed.
My village needs creative solutions and maybe I can settle myself in Truckee and help others?
- My brother. Bipolar and overwhelming. Bring him close? Get him back on skis, which he used to love? Janice?
- My home. An expansion project? Add a bedroom and a bath and a large common room?
- Diana—lifetime longest friend, without a single asset at age 70.
- Myself… owning the strength and power I possess and need more than ever. And marveling with joy that at 70 I can still kick small-scale butt.
- Lucretia—cash her out, give her freedom, and also maintain partial ownership?
- Others I can help. Sherrye? Strangers? Myself by knowing where I'm supposed to be—and by achieving happiness on my own without the withering arrogance of my ex? Then I would triumph over my family constellation contracts and fly into a 10'000 foot view of the new collage of my own joy.
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