Do you ever take a meditative step back from the busy parts of your life and wonder, “How did I get here?”
Because I am doing this as I look around at the evolution of life as I know it. My heart has been asking my brain, “How did my life evolve into this thing where my super vibrant not-old father died and my special-needs teen son lives 3 hours away in other people’s care? And, by the way, I have a sixteen-year-old who dates and drives, wha?”
I guess I am still processing what has transpired. I’m grappling with the remains of these events.
It’s not that I have a problem with change, generally speaking. Life evolves and there is often beauty in the alteration. But there is also a certain sadness in acceptance.
This is just to say, I’m adjusting to Life As It Is Now.
It’s a stormy day, I’m reading a downer of a John Green book, which apparently makes me weirdly reflective.