Breathing…Surviving…

It's almost lent. My life is crazy, and what am I taking a break to blog about? Grey's, what else? Maybe because it's easier to talk in Grey's metaphors than in the realities of my own life. My two favorite Grey’s Anatomy episodes EVER came on again Friday. Both are captured on my DVR, and I fully intend on watching them as soon as I get a few hours to myself. Right now of course, we are in the middle of an equally traumatic 3-episode event. I love this show. Yes, it is too much like a soap opera, but I’ve been with these kids since the first day of their internships at Seattle Grace. You could say that I am a little attached. Izzie's dialogue on Thursday night may have been overly sentimental, but she is becoming my favorite character because her emotion is pretty raw and visible, kind of like mine. We breathe and we survive, even in the midst of death and desires that come to a dead end. We breathe and in doing so we survive. In the face of grief and dreams that slip through your fingers, it may seem overly simple, but it may also be the most important thing to remember.