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Anyone else felt this way?

The RMS Titanic.

White Star Line, sailed from Southhamton, UK on the 10th of April, 1912 with 2,224 souls aboard.

At 11:40 pm during the evening of April 14th, she struck an iceberg and by 2:20 am; under two hours later; she sank resulting in the deaths of over 1500 people.

I remember these facts because from early childhood, almost lost to memory as to how early it truly was, I've always had a pit in my stomach regarding Titanic and everything surrounding it.  However, I can't seem to figure out why.

Epilogue for a friend...

Today, at approximately 4pm, US Central Standard Time, a fine companion of multiple generations of a family close to me and a good being in her own right, is finding release from pain and suffering that she's endured stalwartly though increasingly in this life over the last few years.

My partner's parents are taking her on her way, and they all feel the sadness and loss that this sort of mercy unfortunately leaves to for those who remain.  A member of their family for 15 years, Sheba, one of two canine companions is leaving us by mercy, and while I am glad of her release from the withering of age and infirmity, I mourn as I have for canines I have been blessed to call my own companions.

Spirit, Shaun...speed her to her rest.

Goodbye, Sheba.  You will be missed dearly.

Did I just "activist"?

Hello true believers, or at least to you generous enough to spend a few seconds perusing a hopeful woman's blog.  Most days, I wake up in pain, I wake up depressed, or I wake up in a median state and do my best to maintain.  Today, I get to say I woke up to a great day.  Here's why...

I might just spiral...

 
Normally, I'm not the sort to kvetch on day-to-day stuff.  I mean, nobody wants to read about how "awful" my day was only to think "Bitch, that ain't awful.  THIS is awful..." and proceed to shove how good actually do have it down my gob.  I wouldn't blame them for it, either, honestly.  But if I don't tell someone, I'm going to  just....*pop!* and...I'm just this side of afraid of what that might be.

Coming back to social life...

When I was much younger I'd had this idea somehow cement itself into my soul that said one day I'd have a time in which I'd lose all the friends I had.  Because I was transgendered, or because I wasn't a pushover of a girl, or because I'd finally reach that stress point where my emotions just fractured or any other conceivable fear-based "reason".  

I was right...but...I was wrong as well.

Opening the perceptual window...

It occurred to me, recently, that there are many things that while they may not need repeating, dearly bear repeating.  Require it.  That our world would be all the better for if every single person living today would be open to, listen to, and then give serious consideration to, these pearls of wisdom or perception.

This is one of them.