As long as I can remember, I’ve been a planner. With many things, this is an asset. For example, I’ve planned the shit out of my upcoming move which is now two weeks away. Every week had a to do list and a timeline for goals, so now even with unexpected bumps in the road… I haven’t crawled into a fetal position with a bottle of wine for the mental breakdown I’m pretty sure I’m do. Actually, I’ve been clipping along…
A big side effect of my grief has been compulsively wanting to reach out to people of my past that I’ve lost touch with. After all, there’s no better way to realize the frailty of life than staring at your 37 year old dead husband. It’s kind of like watching The Dead Poets Society on repeat for 100 years and condensing all of that into a 5 minute span. Carpe diem, folks. Carpe diem. Of course, a normal person might take…
I have created a new phrase to describe this widow journey, and that is “Raccoon Brain.” Raccoon Brain Syndrome When you go chasing all kinds of shiny objects with an intense fascination, only to get distracted by the very next shiny object and forget the first one. To be fair, I’ve always had a little bit of Raccoon Brain Syndrome. So did Tim. We both were pretty good at getting super excited about one hobby only before jumping off to…