So I am going out of town, by myself, for the first time in almost 5 months. I actually feel a little bit nervous. I'm taking a step out of the little cocoon I've built around myself. As I type this I remember the first trip my mom and I took after my dad passed away. At least I think it was our first trip. I believe that we headed to Houston to see my aunt and uncle. A familiar place, familiar people, and yet I vaguely remember mom saying how hard it was. How the instinct to turn around and go back home was very strong. I'll let you know if I have any issues.
Forgive me when I have several days without posts. I've been super grumpy of late and that means I don't have a whole lot to say. You know the 'if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all'. I assume this is a stage of my healing. Or, I just might be grumpy!
Have you been enjoying my daily quotes? I realize I need to keep track of what I post. What inspires me might tell a story about my state of mind.
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