I had just got the news, that my Coming Out Story had been boosted at Medium, and my joy was huge. My second boost at Medium.
And then it happened. Like, when you are climbing up a hill, and you loose the balance. It goes down, very fast.
This time it was severe. My dog - an old girl with almost 13 years - had a discus prolabs in her lower spine, and couldn’t control her hind legs anymore. I could only treat her with painkillers and support her with a towel under the belly, that she could “walk” to go pee and back into the house again. Much too old for surgery. The Vet had to come and put her to sleep, the everlasting ultimate sleep, from where she could jump onto the Rainbow Bridge and set off for Dog’s Heaven to meet her brother.
I cried. My husband cried. She was our little baby.
My mind closed down. I knew, I had to write, but the sorrow blocked totally.
I sad down in front of the computer, and all of a sudden all my thoughts placed the letters to an Eulogy for our girl.
It was mindblowing and freeing to write the words, that should follow her to the grave.
You can read it here:
After I had written that, I felt free in my head. The blocking was gone.
And as if the univers had waited for that, all of a sudden Medium put my story on the Staffs Picks list. Quite an honour.
And the next thing came jumping in - a guy wanted me to write a piece for him.
I did, and he was satisfied with the text, and threw 100 $ in my PayPall account.
Sometimes when a door is closed, a window is opened somewhere else with new opportunities.
What blocks your writing and what makes you write like the flying hummingbird?
You can't always control that. I couldn’t. But it is alright.
Thank you for sharing your story, it really moved me, I completely relate to that, my boy, Bruno, is getting there, 10 years old, I just wish he would stay with us forever.