I've gone through two very different periods of grief. In the first, I lost the ability to read, which was pretty shocking to me, since I had been an avid lifelong reader. I'm talking a habit of 3 books a week. It actually took me awhile to connect it to the fact that I was grieving, or that it was something that was not coming back for awhile. I'm still not the reader I was. When I was grieving the second time, I couldn't seem to stop writing about it, which was a little embarrassing since I pride myself on being a pretty private person. What I learned from that whole thing is that (for me) I guess that it's a completely demolishing, unexpected, uncontrollable process that just knocks you off your feet and however you get through it, as long as you get through it on your feet by the end, that's all that matters. I can't tell you how much you have my sincerest sympathy for what you're going through and I wish you speedy healing as you find your new footing.
As for the rest, you have my admiration; I have always been a homebody, so I love to hear about people who have the guts to travel. I knew that you were building a house and I'd love to see pics of how it's coming if you ever get the chance. That sounds like a lot of work, but also a rewarding process by the time it's all said and done.
Take time to take care of yourself, lady! Don't work too hard! *hugs*
As for the rest, you have my admiration; I have always been a homebody, so I love to hear about people who have the guts to travel. I knew that you were building a house and I'd love to see pics of how it's coming if you ever get the chance. That sounds like a lot of work, but also a rewarding process by the time it's all said and done.
Take time to take care of yourself, lady! Don't work too hard! *hugs*
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