There is a phenomena when you go through something big, traumatic, or devastating that as things start to normalise, in the aftermath, you feel invincible.
Well, to be honest, it is not quite a phenomena, I have a sample population of one; me.
In the early days of grieving Suz, a friend and colleague, came to visit. Suz was a welcome visitor, she didn’t look to me for direction or conversation. She told me stories of the office and the things I hadn’t missed. She made us a cup of tea. She broke my teapot.
She was horrified, she had come to make things a little better not break something.
I assured her it was just a teapot, things were easy for me to put into perspective. A teapot would hardly be missed. She eventually laughed at the situation and told me that with what I had been through, nothing else would ever be as bad.
Suz suggested I could shake my fists at the sky and defy the world to bring it on…
I loved the idea, I identified with the brazenness of daring the world to hit me again. I did feel invincible, or at least audacious. That’s when I first knew I was going to get through. My own realisation, my own phenomena.
Bring it on world…