I haven’t skipped days. That’s just your imagination.
September has been kicking my ass. The 25th of this month is the 3 year anniversary of the day we said goodbye, and it is around the corner. Three years.
Today, on a whim, I sat my ass down on a pile of dog beds in my office. They were just inviting me to sink into them.
As soon as I did I thought, “oh my! These are soft… And This is the place!” I closed my eyes. Felt my breathing and tried to stop the swirling in my brain. It was really hard. Because the voices in my head were screaming. They’ve been screaming for a while, but I’ve been muzzling then. And in the quiet of the dog bed showroom, hiding in a tremendous brown box, as my pulsed raced, and my brain and heart screamed, clarity found me.
This was the view.