I doubt that grief has a one-size-fits-all strategy. The best I can do as I find my way through this darkness is give myself and others grace as we muddy this first set of holidays and memories with our awkward steps (and missteps) through them.
Can you explain what an algorithm is? A few days ago, like most people, I would hear, even use the word, but would have been hard-pressed to define it.
Perhaps that’s how life bends, unfolds, and leads up to new places. Life unfolds for us when we’re ready.
I’m not sure if “Retreat!” is the key to releasing myself from this perpetual pattern interrupt, but I’m ready to give it a try. And if it turns out that this is just a fancy way to decorate the ever-extending liminal spaces, I’ll take a retreat alone over there in that corner, a pampered retreat by the window, please, a friends’ retreat in the middle seems right, and we can polish it off with a learning retreat right here up front.
I’ll do my best to be a supermodel by living my life in full integrity and authenticity.