Grief. Love. Magic. A new road. A new life~
Today was an ordinary day like every other day has been since Chuck died.
Except that, today, I finally made a decision that I need to move my body. I need to get stronger. I need to move.
I’m 4.5 years since my world incinerated, and every so often I’ve made concentrated attempts at exercising. Honestly, I can always find excuses to not work out, in the best of times. When Chuck was alive, he and I exercise walked, no matter where we were.Read more
I guess one of the fallouts of living in the widow hood, is that we end up in our heads way too frequently, asking questions of ourselves, and of life, about life, ruminating on life in general.
The inside of my brain is a continual hamster wheel.
These are some of the things I wonder, the questions I ask, of myself. Mostly rhetorically, because as soon as I find one answer, I ask another question within that answer.Read more