Sometimes you can be going along building your life, stacking your blocks so to speak without much concern for whether their height can be supported by their strength. Just blindly building the way you figure you’re supposed to, when suddenly someone pulls the string that brings it all down. Even when you know there’s a string attached it can still hurt when the blocks come tumbling down. Oh maybe not right away, maybe right at the moment you’re sort of relieved that they fell, because you always thought they might, and worrying about it was worse than experiencing it. But still. The actual crash is bound to hurt eventually. When you let it.
When you’re ready you can start picking up your life’s blocks. Examine each and figure out which blocks to keep for the new foundation and which to let go. You’ll be redesigning life as it is going to be from now on, and that’s OK. Rebuild that foundation by accepting the strength you find from family and friends, and start building that new life. After your mourn what was you can appreciate what is.
image: Christmas present, circa 1966
Change Is Hard 
November 12, 2008 at 10:46 am
Everything ok?
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November 13, 2008 at 9:14 pm
I remember Dad building that with us!
I remember him tying something to the end of the string, like some nuts or bolts. I remember thinking how fun it was to pull down on the string, and the load was pulled up inside the structure. I think Dad liked to play and create, just as much or more than we did.
He was a great Dad!
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November 13, 2008 at 9:30 pm
The picture really struck me first.
But what you wrote is so thoughtful.
I especially like your last sentence. Thanks Dawn. 🙂
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November 14, 2008 at 12:20 am
So..you think there’s some sort of something on the string, INSIDE the blocks? I don’t remember this at all, other than I remember what those blocks felt like, the smooth styrofoam of them.
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November 14, 2008 at 8:34 am
What a wonderful picture and inspiring message. I want to send it to everyone I know!
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