{"id":18101,"date":"2013-04-05T09:52:09","date_gmt":"2013-04-05T14:52:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18101"},"modified":"2013-04-05T09:52:09","modified_gmt":"2013-04-05T14:52:09","slug":"sorrow-and-joy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18101","title":{"rendered":"Sorrow and Joy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was reading an article recently about Robin Roberts (sister of our very own anchor Sally-Ann Roberts) and was struck by this statement she made: &#8220;I have been mulling over how much more I have learned about myself through sorrow than through joy.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Amen, sister. <\/p>\n<p>I really think I was in some state of suspension for many years as I went through clone years of my 20s where I was trying to imitate what I had been raised on with television &#8211; get married, buy a home, get a job &#8211; and was not happy. Then in my 30s it was go out and travel (because I didn&#8217;t do this in my twenties), and then in my 40s it was about accumulate &#8211; I had found a job I could hang with, and a husband I was devoted to, and was accreting and accreting like a fast moving snowball &#8211; and then POP &#8211; mid 40s the ball started rolling back down hill but like Sisyphus I kept rolling it back up, and then it would roll down, and I&#8217;d roll it back up. And this went on for a very long time. <\/p>\n<p>My 50s began and endured more sorrow than I have blog posts to write about and yes, there has been joy, but it&#8217;s the sorrow that has brought me here. And so it&#8217;s the sorrow that must get my gratitude. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was reading an article recently about Robin Roberts (sister of our very own anchor Sally-Ann Roberts) and was struck by this statement she made: &#8220;I have been mulling over how much more I have learned about myself through sorrow than through joy.&#8221; Amen, sister. I really think I was in some state of suspension for many years as I went through clone years of my 20s where I was trying to imitate what I&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18101","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-4HX","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18101","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18101"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18101\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18102,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18101\/revisions\/18102"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18101"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18101"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}