Returned
Sigh. What a surreal 2025 was. I needed a break. Not by choice, but for healing of life past my sweet child not here. A friend, gently but firmly, reminded me that I tend to push myself. And during the season of grief, it forces us to take a break.
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There are certain circumstances, life changes, that will crush you or give you grit. Grief does both. One day, when the million ping pong balls in my head slow down, I’ll process the meaning of his death. Maybe…. so much, just so much with no, zero, nothing words to describe or explain the process much less the feelings of my Mama’s heart deep grief. That makes the feelings explode even more when you’re a verbal processor, a talker for a living, and writing about what I feel, think and process. This experience has left me in the desert of numb.
Interestingly, going back to work has been a salve to this season. I love what I do, but sometimes life forces us into an unplanned break. Since last October, the break has been mine. I reminded myself we don’t live in a vacuum, engaged in living is hard when others are also experiencing life beyond understanding. Watching my family, husband, B’s older brother, his sister in law, his niece, his best friends, and myself, find a new (never to be) normal has been overwhelming.
I digress, today is a reminder that taking breaks are reeeeally important, healthy, and critical to self care. Enjoy your break. Write while you’re on it. Love the peace and quiet.
Love, Jo
