I sometimes look back and think that I've come an awfully long way since those long-ago days when I started this blog and basically spent my time bleeding all over the screen. For the most part, time has worn away my sorrow, a snake shedding its skin. But I'm acutely aware of the things I still haven't done, still can't quite manage. The short list:
- reconnect with my stepbrother and his wife, who, though they live in the same city as me, I haven't spoken to in over two years. Finally get up the courage to meet their two-year-old daughter, who's exactly the same age that the twins would have been.
- read blogs featuring twin pregnancies. It hurts a lot less once someone else's twins are born and it doesn't bother me at all once someone else's twins are no longer tiny babies, more than, say, six months old. But I can't handle twin pregnancies.
- Run into Sarah or Steve accidentally (something that happens maybe once a year) or, more realistically, imagine running into Sarah or Steve accidentally without feeling like something inside me has been caught in a vise.
What are your limitations? What can't you quite bring yourself to do -- yet or