what day is it?

What day is it?

We don’t have anywhere to be, no where to go anyway…That temptation is gone.

Like you, I go through the stages of grief daily about 3 times : denial, anger, depression, bargaining, and acceptance.

And yesterday for a moment I came full circle to acceptance for an entire day . I just accepted where we were, what was happening, and who was in front of me. And that nothing will ever be “normal” again.

Pruett skips to Layne and says, “can it be my turn?” And Layne, coming to his own acceptance much quicker than me (as children often do) happily hands it over.

Because he knows we have all the time in the world. I didn’t realize what this kind of existing felt like. I live between rushing to the next good thing, dreading it will end, and then being tired from it. Repeat.

Or I often live in the attitude of “let’s just get this over with.” Now there’s no dread, no rush , no getting over it. It’s just living. I am sorry for just now knowing what that is, but thankful to know it nonetheless —at least for a day.

And so I want to mark it down here: I loved yesterday and I will never forget this lesson the day gave me. I hope to learn more today. #betterdaysahead