It’s been two and a half years since I left my home of 20 years. One year since mom died. Eight months since the divorce. One month since I sold my business. One week since our house closed.
I’m surprised grief has not completely blotted me out. I’m still a little afraid it might. It blotted out days and sometimes weeks. It still does.
But this weekend I realized that I’m living the childhood I always wanted. Write all morning. Read all afternoon. Stitch in between. Visit museums and movie theaters. Take classes. Stare at the sky. Just love.
I’m surprised grief has not completely blotted me out. I’m still a little afraid it might. It blotted out days and sometimes weeks. It still does.
But this weekend I realized that I’m living the childhood I always wanted. Write all morning. Read all afternoon. Stitch in between. Visit museums and movie theaters. Take classes. Stare at the sky. Just love.
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