If during a conversation with myself, I say the word *should*, I make a mental note to do the opposite.
*Shoulds* get in the way of a perfectly fine day. I don’t want them ruin it. It’s okay to not do something I *should* do.
I often think I should write a thank you note or two, or I should make a dreaded phone call, or I should make my kids a really great homemade meal.
The only time I listen to *should* is when I’m thinking I should stay in my jammies til lunch.
(Nachos are homemade anyway, right?)
Author: Admin
I was happily married for almost 24 years. My husband and I had were raising two children. Shortly before our 24th anniversary, Tom died suddenly of heart attack. My world stopped. With kids (ages 16 and 13) there isn't the luxury of mourning at my own pace. I had to roll up my sleeves and help each with their own grief all the while managing mine. It is very hard. I am sad that some of you may have found this blog as you are trying to navigate your own traumatic event. Let me be here for you. Grief is fickle. Just when you think you are strong enough to manage a second, a minute,
an hour, Grief changes her mind and punches you in the gut.
You are not alone. I'm going through it, too. I am here for you.
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