It's a little difficult to blog when you don't have a computer. Just sayin. I'm currently at Rachael's house pumping out this little ditty.
But I'm still here and I'm still kicking.
Truthfully, I have needed this forced break from online madness. I was just too sucked into a vortex of other people's lives that I had lost my center. But I'm finding it again. Mostly because I'm running. And spending my time with Peter and loved ones without television, Internet, news... anything. This wasn't really my choice, it just happened. And its also just what I needed.
I have found myself wanting to grieve more quietly, more privately. As a friend commented this summer, "You have become the poster child for grief." And I won't lie, it has become a little wearing. I have felt a shift. Something calling to me to take a step back from proving my life, my loss, my love, my grief, and just absorb the goodness and the lessons and let them become manifest in quieter ways. I want to serve on a smaller, more private scale in my neighborhood and with my family and friends. This does not mean in any way that I will be stopping A Good Grief or this blog. I guess it just means I'm trying to focus on living my life instead of showing people that I'm living my life.
The unbelievably darling photos of Peter at Easter will still be shared. The photos from the magic in St. Louis will be posted. Maybe my posts will be shorter, maybe not. I'm not sure what it means. But I'm going with the flow and we'll see what happens.
I'm still here. And I know you are too. Frankly, it amazes me. I'm a lucky girl to have so much support and love in my life.
And now, back to the dinner party.
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