Hoarse Whisperer
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Becoming a paying subscriber to my Substack right now would lift… my whole life, really.

Thank you for reading – and thank you for nearly a decade of weekly One Good Things.
 
My page:

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If this little tradition has ever lifted you up, helped you, got you through a hard week, or brightened a good one, I’m glad…

It has done the same for me.

If you are up for being my One Good Thing this one time, I would be profoundly grateful.

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Every week for nine years, I’ve asked people to share One Good Thing from their lives.

This week, I need to ask people to consider being the One Good Thing in not just my week but maybe my entire year. My this year. My next year.

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I’m right at the point where I could be… where I could finally write free from the things that have interfered.

However, the losses of the last year have battered my ability to afford the rebuilding ahead.

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It has been a hard, hard year.

As difficult as it has been, I’ve leaned into the pain rather than away from it.

I got to work and dug up every last unhealed wound, and worked to treat them… and they’ve healed.
 
Now, I am at the other side of the tunnel… almost.

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I had put one thing after another on my back, carried them all, and carried on.

Eventually, the weight wins.

The cumulative toll nearly wiped out my ability to write for months – which wiped out all of the progress I had made toward being able to sustain being a writer.

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It was as if the universe dumped every last thing that ever hurt me in my lap and said ‘It’s time to deal with this now…’.
 
The combined effects of old wounds being reopened while new ones were piled on knocked me to my knees.

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I had past traumas stacked up which I thought I had dealt with - but hadn’t really resolved. They all surfaced at once.
 
At the same time, I was dealing with a personal situation that mirrored the worst aspects of the worst of those past experiences.

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In March of last year, a friend died. I was with him for a week near when he passed.

The experience opened up a whole Pandora’s box for me filled with past traumas and wounds which had been long untreated.

I had just carried too much for too long.

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Then I began running into one external impediment after another. Twitter melted down. The platform I publish on turned away people trying to subscribe.

I needed to grow steadily just to stay afloat.

That got harder and harder.

Then a year and a half ago, the wheels came off.

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Three years ago, I made an abrupt leap into being a writer.

I had no safety net. I just leapt and hoped to learn to hang glide in midair.

For the first several months, I was… flying. It felt like flying.

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For nearly ten years now, I’ve been asking people to share One Good Thing from their week.

This week, I need to ask people to be the One Good Thing in mine.

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Weekly tradition time: finding some color no matter how gray the skies.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Got in the fall spirit or enjoyed a last taste of summer, both work. Just something good.
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Weekly tradition time: finding some rays of light no matter the weather.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Caught the perfect sunset or made it through the dark to reach sunrise, both work. Just something good.
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You too… and I found this very civilized - which is why I stayed with it… so thank you for that.
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That’s a false binary.

I don’t make decisions based on fake binary choices I invent. Suit yourself though.
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He’s gone. We’re still here. I’m not focused on how terrible a person he was. I’m focused on who I want to be. I don’t want to lose my own humanity… I want to just acknowledge with humanity, and then turn to investing it in places where it is present rather than places where it was absent.
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How does what I said conflict with what you said?
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What wrongdoing did two small children commit that merited the karma of losing a parent?
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I’m just not willing to be dragged into the gutter because somebody else lived there.

It wasn’t my job to change them… but it is very much my job to not let them change me.
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I don’t try small children as adults because of who their parents were.
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That would be fine if the only people who caught the fragments were the people who ran afoul of karma. It seldom works that way.
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You don’t seem to understand what the word delusional means