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.
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.