I’ve been in bed sick these last few days. Not much to report, except this: facing my grief about my dad’s death, and now being an orphan, is some of the hardest work there is. I have no idea if it has anything to do with being sick, but it sure hit me last night, again. And it hit me again how much I unconsciously put in the way of feeling this stuff – busyness, need to create, pleasure, emotional eating, fantasizing about a better life, doing this blog, etc.
I do not want to feel my broken heart.
And yet, it is here. And so am I.