I am so used to living this way now. It sounds awful, but it's really not that bad. It's just that anything at all can happen in my world. In my world my good buddy, my fun-loving, opinionated, PBS-loving pal and sister stopped breathing. She isn't coming back. That still blows my mind. If she can be here one day and gone the next, anyone can.
When someone asked me how I was able to do that without fear, I knew the answer.
When one of your biggest fears actually happens, other things don't seem so scary anymore.
I didn't blog before now because I was afraid of what people might think of my writing. I thought I might not be good enough. I thought I had nothing of value to say.
I'm not afraid of not being good enough anymore. I simply don't care. I've decided I have things I want to say, so I'm saying them.
I blog because it helps me sort out my feelings. As a mom, I tend to put my needs last. I need to work through this grief and this blog helps me, so I'm taking the time to do it.
I'm not afraid anymore.