Day 134 of 366

I glanced up from washing my hands. Paused. Blinked.Looked again.Looked closer.Blinked again.And there it was. A closer look revealed not just one, but several. Some I probably couldn't see, because the bathroom lighting is so poor. My heart sank, my confidence deflated as I physically felt my youth fade away. So much new growth. Yet … Continue reading Day 134 of 366 →

Day 98 of 366

It's been 30 days since I wrote with purpose. Every time I have sat down to write, the words just don't flow with ease the way they used to. My last post was about working on the "shoulda/coulda/woulda" game, and surprisingly, even in a global pandemic, I have done extremely well with that. My therapist … Continue reading Day 98 of 366 →

Day 49 of 366

This "no" thing is a lot harder than it looks. Maybe some of it is my obsessive need to make everyone happy, or maybe it's the guilt I feel when I can see that my "no" has disappointed someone. Whatever it is, the last seven weeks haven't been easy. And yet, I'm saying it. I'm … Continue reading Day 49 of 366 →

Day 31 of 366

If I had only known. If I had only known that it would be the last real conversation. The last real hug. The last real “I love you, sweet pea.” If I had only known that he’d go home and slip into what would become the longest 27 days of mom’s life—the longest 21 of … Continue reading Day 31 of 366 →

Day 1 of 366

“This will be my year.” Don’t we say that every year? Or some version of that? I’ll lose the weight. I’ll get control of the finances. I’ll do this. I’ll do that. We make these lofty goals, with no plan in place to reach them. Years ago, the idea of a “word” for the year … Continue reading Day 1 of 366 →