I'm writing this from a little organic coffee shop in Bend, Oregon, and though the words below are in chronological order, already written out at the date provided, doing their best to navigate and make sense of the past month or so, it would be doing them, myself, and all of you injustice if I were to dive right in.
The possible argument that... this could be seen as a clear character depiction of my need and want to explain everything. Alas, I'm moving forward with the why's and the how's and the what if's.
Let's start with the basics:I started this as a way to process the death of my grandpa. You can find more of those details, here.
The bigger picture:In processing the death of my grandpa, I am noticing the cycles and persistent habits of my often anxious self, amongst other things, and I'm not sure I would have noticed if I didn't check in with myself in this no-pressure and expectation-less kind of way.Read More