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Carrying a Stack of teacups through life

teacups-stacked2What it’s like to have a life that’s stacked like those vintage teacups that get passed down from generation to generation. I sit in Sabina’s office, one of the many counselors I have seen, but she gets me the most. I know she met her husband in Japan and has a daughter who has “special needs” because she’s cool like that. I gotta Other counselors wrap themselves up so tightly that you think you might be looking at a ghost.
I sit on the left side of the couch, because I can never switch things up. She has a tiny box on the couch-side table with sand and a teensy rake. Apparently it helps?
I say Sabina “I never know where I will be from second to second. I feel great but then that stack comes crashing down and I face plant”. She nods thoughtfully. “That must be very frustrating to have no idea when things are going to change”. She sits across from me in her office chair, but she always looks relaxed. Sita, they were trained to be relaxed. Duh. You know that. I look at the ground. “Uh yeah it’s scary. It’s hard to talk about but I can’t be a recluse”. “You’re doing a great job Sita.” Just like those teacups. I think to myself. They never break. Their strength in history makes them stronger. I’m not sure- I never studied history. I studied a dumber version for students with learning disabilities. What do I know about history? All I know is that the past is the past, although right now can change. I force myself outside, all the while bringing those cups with me. Who knows what will happen? Without living, who knows? I have learned that. Moving through life with stacked teacups is tiring, but I gotta do what I gotta do.

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