Summer has Arrived
Summer has Arrived
This morning I struggled with convincing myself to get out of bed to walk. I don’t have Greg to motivate me since he and Jan are still up north visiting their family and friends. But I finally just forced myself to get up and put on my sneakers.
It’s like that sometimes.
Just like my therapist said, if I just get out of bed and put in my shoes, that is a good goal for the day. As I get closer to that one year mark of Joel’s death, I feel like I am going backwards a little. I was doing fine. I had my daily and weekly rhythm. I was going to work and feeling a little more normal. But then the mornings have been difficult these past two weeks.
I know I can give myself a break. I just lost my father two weeks ago. True, he was 102 years old but it’s still my dad. And then Tuesday would have been my 41st anniversary. So, it’s okay if I am a little sad and that I can’t concentrate on any one thing.
This has been a terrible year. And I am not even thinking about COVID.
But getting outside this morning was the right medicine. And these photos are my proof.
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