Or so I think.
I crack and start to cry in yoga, while meditating, when a sappy song comes on. A kid leaving for college is a huge thing that we're all working hard to pretend isn't.
I haven't written, created, have felt no drive or initiative. As these major changes stare me down, I'm staring off into the distance instead of confronting them head on.
Sigh.
I'm hoping that door shutting/door opening thing holds true. Because I've been quietly getting ready for what's next. Even though letting go of what is isn't what I want to do.
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