Wednesday, February 15, 2017

100 days of 100 words, day 13: bargaining

Bargaining


If bargaining is a stage of grief, I have been stuck there for 30+ years.  Like bargaining in relation to the finality of death, mine involves impossibilities.  I'll accept my growing blindness if my eyes are a prettier color--say the shade of green my siblings got.  Or:  Okay, I'm carrying a few extra pounds.  I just want them to be there instead of here.  There's always a balance in these mental machinations, as in a carefully calibrated mobile.  But it's preposterous!  What am I grieving?  Being born in this body?  As opposed to what?  Get to acceptance already!

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