When my dad was in the hospital he kept telling us that by August everything would be alright. As usual, my stubborn and persuasive dad got it right because lately I’m beginning to feel closer to OK than I have in a long time, even before everything with him happened. Perhaps his repeated mantra created some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, an impressive trickery by the mind; he always had a way of gently coaxing me in the right direction. Although I’m periodically overcome with grief, fortunately I have been having more good days than bad and it’s a relief not to be constantly consumed by sadness or anger or even guilt. My sadness is still there but it flickers.
I’m feeling a bit introspective today so this weekend will be quiet, which is exactly what I need. I’ll be brainstorming some ideas for posts, finishing up some projects at home, and hanging out with my best friend so that I can come back recharged. I hope everyone has a great weekend and gets to enjoy what we have left of summer.