It’s overwhelming, it’s cathartic, its like trying to catch the fog in your hands.
It’s writing everything down in a journal, along with trying to be cryptic. All or nothing. Mind your own business and here’s everything. It’s talking and shouting and whispering at the same time. Finding a comfortable middle ground is nearly impossible.
I don’t really want to go into detail, for I don’t want outpouring of sympathy. There are plenty of blogs out there that specialize in super emoting. This isn’t one.
I’d rather try and catch the fog.
My life at Humoring the Goddess and Sunday Evening Art Gallery will get me through the loss of my son last week. Nothing changes, nothing takes the place, nothing ever fills up the balloon that carries my dreams and future.
But it’s a start.
Keep creating, keep loving. Take the time to say “I Love You” and make it a habit.
I did. And now am so glad that I did.