Donโ€™t worry about me๐ŸŒป

Dear Reader,

How many times have you uttered these words to someone who worries about you? I really canโ€™t say that Iโ€™ve said them too much. But I have said it. And I regretted it after the fact. I have my reasons. And Iโ€™m trying to make sense of these reasons. Right now Iโ€™m thinking about my ancestry + worrying.hmmm๐Ÿคจ Thatโ€™s something to ruminate.

Hereโ€™s the thing. A few weeks ago my cousin Brian L. Bensen and I had lunch at Tessa, a delicatessen on E. Colfax. ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆ‚๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿ‰‘๐Ÿ‰ใŠ—๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐ŸˆทใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ˜ถโœŒ๐Ÿผ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ’‹๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคจ Our food was delish and you must go there as soon as possible and try it. Seriously. I had the (4m.5c6s.5m) ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅช, which was ๐Ÿ˜‹๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿคจ He + I discussed worrying + ancestry + ๐Ÿ“š. Interestingly, he informed me that our paternal great-grandfather O.D. Wilson died at the young age of 56 from worrying. It was a sad story + ๐Ÿคจ + it was during the time of The Great Depression in the ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ (8c.5c3s.of 5c5t.)๐Ÿ€๐Ÿคž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโœ๏ธ

Thatโ€™s my Aunt Paulaโ€™s puppyshark๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆˆ ๐ŸงงLNยฉโšฑ๏ธโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿœ๐ŸŒต๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿพ๐Ÿง๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ตโ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ›ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅ…๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿผ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒป๐ŸคจโœŒ๐Ÿผ

Sorry. I donโ€™t have a photo of O.D. Wilson RN.

TTYL143 + Shabbat OzShalom + ๐Ÿ˜ฌโœŒ๐Ÿผ

xo me๐Ÿก๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿผ

1m3s = the code for the word PEACE in CAE (Cued American English) Cued Speech CueScript โ™พ

CC: REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE VERY STRONG ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ โœŒ๐Ÿผ๐ŸŒป๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿผ๐ŸŽถโ™พ๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ญโ›ธ

Published by stuckinmybra

First and foremost, I am a mother, but I am also an educator and an activist. I've been told by my closest friends that I am a fighter, but I actually despise that part of my identity because I really don't enjoy fighting. I write about whatever is on my mind, which feels like a big mess sometimes. I mostly think about my kids and the people they are and how to help them become who they want to be in this world. I love them more than anything in this world. Sometimes I write about giftedness, autism, trauma, schools, mental health and chronic illness because those are all things that affect me. I write about my own life and the people in it and I try not to hurt people's feelings in the writing process. I hope what I write touches peoples hearts and opens peopleโ€™s minds because I think people in our world need to have more understanding and compassion. I'm to tell it like it is.

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