the black nathalie sancoeur.
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My mom's birthday is Valentine's Day. She's dead.
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I want to be happy this holiday, but I am having a hard time doing so. I tried and tried and tried, but this day reminds me too much of my mom, and it probably always will because it’s what I have always known. On the morning of, before I would tell her Happy Valentine’s Day, I told her happy birthday.
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Eleven things I have learned since my mom died three years ago.
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Hi everyone. It’s, unfortunately, that time of year again for me. I hope this post helps someone who is struggling with grief right now. Here are some things I wish I had known before I lost my mom that would have prepared me better for when she left this earth. -
Going where I am wanted.
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I used to live by the quote, “If they don't give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair,” because I wanted to be included in things I wasn't a part of that clearly weren't interested in all I do. I wanted to prove that I belonged with them. The best way to network is to try to talk to those with interests similar to yours, right?
Now, about that quote. With the experiences I dealt with within the last two years, I don't want to do that anymore. I am more so following the quote “go where you are wanted” moving forward.
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My irrelevant con parties opinion.
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I often tell people to take what I say with a grain of salt and form their own opinions. Con parties can be fun, but they shouldn’t dominate the entire weekend. By no means do I think it’s wrong for people to attend parties during a con. But as someone who’s been to some parties, I have only enjoyed a few of them. Con parties are overrated.
