Everyone has their wooby.
Anna
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Tis true.
Everyone has their wooby. Their point of comfort when they are feeling uneasy or distressed. Sometimes it’s a blanket. Sometimes it’s a hug. Sometimes it’s soup. Sometimes it’s a worn but well loved stuffed animal that smells oddly of fresh laundry, sunshine, autumn leaves, and freshly cut grass.
Regardless, everyone has that one little thing that brings them to a point of safety. Of comfort. Of ease.
Anna’s ponytail is her wooby.
She is 3 years old.
I envy her because she at least knows what her wooby is.
So many of us as we age and experience and judge and disdain, we neglect our woobies. We ignore them. We pretend that we don’t need a wooby. A totem of safety. A anchor by which we feel at ease with ourselves, or at least solaced.
I envy Anna.
I’m trying to relocate or identify what my wooby might be. I think it’ll make my life overall so much better.
Does that make me a weak person?
Nah. I hope not at least.
I think it makes me a person that’s very in touch with my humanity.
And that’s not too bad a thing, now is it?
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