They come in threes don’t they? Those proverbial wishes from the proverbial genie in a bottle. Okay I know I just repeated the word proverbial in the same sentence 3 words apart. And compounded the blunder by doing it yet again. This is the proverbial train wreck of paragraphs. OMG, I did it again! Jeez,…
Tag: #grief recovery
3 years, 7 months and 17 days later..
years, 7 months and 17 days later..
Some days you catch a glimpse of hope
Some days, you wake up, fighting the usual demons of despair and hopelessness; but through sheer effort also conjure a twinge of hope? You push yourself to go for that outdoor walk you’ve been telling yourself you’ll do for weeks, maybe even months. And push yourself to work on a project or two You even…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 