Me

8c5e1d_bbae63bdeea2495b8fce849ee4c0e3abI am a child of the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s (recently I was told we are “perennials” – ha); a wife to Steve (a CPA, a kind and constant rock of presence), and a mom (to Sarah and Mark) in the 90’s and into the present.  We live in a quiet subdivision buried in a very large urban area on the east coast.

If we met, you would find me cheerful, attentive, a bit  bossy, sometimes funny, and very concerned that everyone be getting along and everyone feels welcomed and seen. As an organizer and connector – of efforts, of reunions, of people, of data – I love Excel spreadsheets to a ridiculous degree, and I love to see people enjoying themselves even if I have trouble feeling at home amongst them.

I am a fixer, a determined detective, an idealist, a romantic, an introvert.

Behind the scenes: I’m a recovering Type A Perfectionist who has spent over 50 years moving way too fast through life. I isolate when overwhelmed. I hate conflict and every molecule of me tries to freeze or flee if it arises. I have trouble with just “being,” with relaxing, with forgiving myself. My brain is always, always ON. I even dream vividly – it’s like I live another life all night long.

I’ve talked to and looked for God all my life, but have had trouble recognizing His presence and His love (see above – perfectionists really struggle with being loved, much less unconditionally loved). And that struggle intensified as I approached mid-life’s chaos and the end of my active mothering years — and then the Worst Thing happened.

Writing is, for me, a way to unlock doors; it’s how I figure things out, remember where I’ve been, and it’s how I best communicate with the world. 

I started writing here – without being sure I would ever share it – to help me get through the shock, horror and turmoil after Mark, our only son, died on October 8, 2015. I’ve kept 8c5e1d_c3af7c69d855413f8397d904f234d190daily journals off and on since I was a love-struck 7th grader, but have found there is something about writing to someone else, in this format, that helps me process, enables me to more fully dig “it” (every single part of loss) all up and out, which is an important part of grief and mourning. Going through the motions of creating this site gave me something to cling to in the early dark days; it provided a place to dump endless grief and sorrow, anger, resentment, fear, guilt. And, as you will see, it also became a place to record glimmers of Light.

It’s said you have to tell your story at least 100 times in order to heal. Thank you for reading, and being part of my healing. I hope, in time, this blog and my/our family’s journey through this valley will help someone else as they face these shadows and look for the sun.

Love, Emily

About Blue Skies: Many years ago, after a long, delicious run and in a moment of great peace and gratitude, I looked up into the deep, deep blue sky and decided/felt/somehow knew God was thinking about me when He created the sky. Is that arrogant? Presumptuous? Maybe. I just know it feels true (and this is saying a lot, because I wrestle with faith all the time):  blue skies never fail to move me, to stir my soul, to remind me who and whose I am. And apparently Mark loved blue skies, too.

2 thoughts on “Me

  1. Emily, I love the new site, the white text against blue,the bright green accents. Also, the pictures seem to pop so much more somehow.
    (And now I am officially following, too!)
    Just keep writing 😉
    Maryann

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