Sitting With You

January 8, 2021

I have to be honest.  It is a hard day to write.  I am sitting here looking for the words and the events of the last couple of days are interfering with my thoughts.  So, just like always, I am telling you what’s here, what wants to be written.  The chaos of our country feels like a robbery inside my mind.  When this letter started to come through yesterday morning, before the events of January 6th it was writing words about something completely different.  Once the harsh moments played out on our TVs, the words were taken away.  What took place, in a sense hijacked my creativity and productivity.  I know that the noise will quiet down at some point, it will leave us.  But until then we have to be present with the truth and what we are truly feeling. I am not going to bypass the noise so I can sound inspiring and positive.  I will sit inside of it with you.  Speaking our truth to each other, for better or for worse.  What I have learned about life is that, once we start to run away from our truths we can never stop running.  So here I am. Here you are.  Sitting together in the midst of a world that is hurting.  I wish it was different, and I wish I was writing a different letter.  But somehow, even just writing what is here lessened the noise.  I can hear the quiet a little better. I hope it brought you something too.  I am proud of us for not running away looking for an easy fix and a positive spin.  It never lasts long or goes deep enough.  May this next week bring more of us together in truth, in good company (even virtually) and in healing.    With honesty, Christina

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The Small But Life Changing Gifts of 2021

January 1, 2021

I know this last year felt like a rollercoaster that kept dropping you.  With no bottom. An indefinite drop.  Your head couldn’t catch up.  Your mind couldn’t process it.  And your heart kept trying to mend itself, inside a thousand breaks.  No mending possible. No chance at a breather.  Today the calendar says it's a New Year.  But you are still experiencing that same rollercoaster drop.  You struggle to be hopeful. I know.  You find it hard to believe that your heart will stop breaking. But this, whatever this last year was about, will end.  I believe it. Wholeheartedly.  Not because I am an optimist.  Definitely not because of that.  But because it is the truth.  2021 is going to bring you gifts.  And because of the catastrophic drop you experienced in 2020, these small gifts will bring a smile to your face.  Everything small, will.  You will laugh at the silliest joke.  When you get to hug others again, it will feel like your very first time.  When you go to the coffee shop and sit down with your coffee you will just marvel at it.  Just pure gratitude for all the physical human things we lost in 2020.  And as I am writing this very first letter for 2021 I want to personally wish you strength for the leftovers of 2020.  Belief in life’s undeniable come back.  And last but not least, a reminder that love is always present in physical and non physical ways. Nothing can ever take love away.  I wish you the most meaningful, and spectacularly heart mending year.  2021 is here to remind us that the sun will always rise even after the darkest of nights. (Click to tweet!)   With childlike wonder for 2021, Christina P.S. May this week’s episode helps bring in 2021 with a bang. Listen here.

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My Own Story of 2020

December 25, 2020

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live” my favorite author Joan Didion often reminds me. As I am putting words on paper for the final letter of 2020 I am thinking about the story I want to tell.  And what a better day to tell it, on December 25th.  It matches the non-traditional clothes of grief.  The rebellious acts of life after it.  We often think about religion as traditional.  But I don’t think it is.  Religion has always been a beautiful rebellious act.  When we didn’t have science to explore the world, religion told us unprecedented stories.  It told us stories in order to live, in order to understand ourselves and the world around us. Bold stories. Immersed in supernatural events and unlikely heroes.  Whatever your religion is.  Whatever stories your beliefs about our existence tell you.  Remind yourself to write an unconventional, supernatural story about your life in 2020. It was kind of supernatural wasn’t it?  If someone told you a year ago what was about to happen you wouldn’t have believed it. When the beginning of the pandemic was here, I wrote a letter about how it all felt so familiar to the stuckness tragedy brings forth in our lives.  How we, the bereaved of the world already knew the insides of the quarantine.  We knew what it felt like to be stuck between the two worlds.  The before and the after. Where the Waiting Room lives.  And just like that, the whole world got a taste of the room we have spent such long periods of time in.  For a moment, we felt that others would know what it was like to be in limbo.  Waiting indefinitely.  It didn’t mean we were less lonely and unseen, it just meant that this hidden world we have been in since our loss, could be seen by others now too.  And that to me has always been a gift from this year.  To have a kind of knowing of each other’s hidden worlds of loneliness, is the first step towards healing which can only take place when someone else understands our pain because of their own.  The story I tell about this Holiday Season and this last year is one of unity.  One of unprecedented understanding of loneliness, where for the very first time we could glimpse inside each other’s hidden worlds. Inside the unseen.   Here’s to a Holiday season full of empathy for each other’s pain. (Click to tweet!) May we witness what was impossible to witness before and help each other heal.  This is indeed a special December 25th where a supernatural and unconventional future can be born as we walk out of an unnatural year.    With many future stories to be told, Christina P.S. This whole week on my Dear Life Podcast we have special episodes to get you through these days. I hope you listen HERE.

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Dating The Holiday Season Once Again

December 18, 2020

It is ok if some things that are meant to be easy, feel hard to do.  Don’t compare yourself to others.   If something feels hard, it is hard.  Someone else’s experience with it, can’t change yours.  This goes for everything.  Including grief.  Including Christmas.  The Holiday Season makes some people happy and others sad.  Hearing Christmas Carols can make one man weep and another cheer.  It all has to do with the kind of losses you have had.  The kind of loves you have experienced.  And the childhood you remember having. It has to do with the history of your life. The stories you were told and the stories you remember being told.  I have a strange relationship with the holiday season.    I broke up with it completely for a few years then I decided to date the Holidays again and I found its season bitter sweet.  It never felt as wonderfully dreamy as before. I could never just let go in it.  Be a part of the festivities with my full heart.  Indulge in the lights and the songs.  It feels like going back to an old relationship trying my best to feel its glory days.  It never delivers.  So now, well now I arrive each year here doing my best.  I laugh. I cry. I dress up. I put up the trees. I sing the songs.  I buy the gifts. I surrender to it. Just like a ride on an old roller coaster.  It is good enough but not the highlight.  And certainly not the big hit that it used to be in the good old days.  As this next week is approaching remember to make it whatever it needs to be for you and for your life.  Your version is the only version that matters.    With holiday musings, Christina PS. And I hope my books Second Firsts and Where Did You Go? find you during these next two weeks.

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