I am thankful for myself.
My health, my sense of humour, my belief in who I am, my faith, my adventurousness, my photography, my ability to turn a phrase, my love, my spirit, my heart…
I am 58…inching toward 60, my mum passed away at the start of summer and I am, for the first time, parentless, which leaves me more free in some ways, than I have ever been.
I am forever grateful for my mum and I miss her more than words could ever say…I tear up as I type this.
However, I feel as though I have a chance to sort recreate, or add-on…or even just sort of shift about the parts of me that inevitably change with the passages of life.
I am mindfully and purposefully creating/choosing the me that will emerge from this sorrowful time.
Almost like a cocoon of sorts
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