As usual, thank you spell-check. Words are hard, no spell good, I swear I have an English Degree.
Perhaps you can tell by the title that the last few weeks have not been going swimmingly. Perhaps not. But I’ll tell you anyway that this is indeed the case.
It’s been a while since I had to deal with grief – ‘The culmination of Love’ as quoted in the hugely romantic drama: God of War Ragnarök. I wouldn’t say it’s been hitting me hard though, since my brain has apparently decided to leave the chat and refuses to process the loss.
The result is that I’m ghosting my way through the days. Performing my tasks for work and for my house, but I’m not really present in any of it. It feels a bit like I’ve taken a vacation from myself. A sad, withering, unwanted vacation.
On the other hand, I can still do my job. I made a roast last night… on a Tuesday night. I started a knitting project. Took my cat to the vet (he’s okay). Life goes on in spite of oneself.
I guess I’ll snap back to normal suddenly on some random thursday evening or something, while building a puzzle and telling my cat how handsome he is.
I’m just hoping for that to be sooner rather than later.
Until next time x
Shell Spotted 