Normally, I live in the "State of Denial." I am very happy living there, thank you very much.
Sometimes, things wake me out of this state. But, it is only a matter of time until I can stuff those evil thoughts back into Pandora's Box, and get on with my life.
I knew my worries about my markers were unjustified, but I could not push them out of my head for a few days.
Apparently, writing about it, did the trick.
After I wrote the post, I filed that worry away.
I did not need to talk about it anymore, and it did not bother me at night (you know, in those quiet hours, when fears like to rear their head).
I wrote about it and got rid of it.
I have other things to focus on... like Purim.
Did I mention that I am hosting a women's Megillah Reading again this year?
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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