1) So I undertook an…undertaking…no. That can’t be right. I embarked on a journey. Still wrong.
Stupid fancy words. Whatever. I planted a garden.
Traditionally, I can’t even keep a house plant alive. The only reason I’m allowed to have a cat is because he cries when he’s out of food so I remember not to starve him. I didn’t have crazy high hopes, especially since we were using seeds instead of seedlings. However, I’m pleased to announce:
I am the proud mother to a dozen tiny plants, with more popping up each day. No fruit, just yet, but in a couple of months I’ll be begging friends to take some of my tomatoes. Don’t worry, this won’t be the last you hear of the garden. In the coming weeks, I’m sure I’ll refer to them ad nauseam. Kate Middleton, eat your heart out.
2) After almost two months, I’ve come to the end of my time in therapy. I’m exceedingly grateful for my therapist and the work we’ve done. I’ve learned so much. Most notably:
- Feel Every Emotion – When grief or heartbreak or sadness comes, there are so many emotions. I wish I could say that the stages of grief hit exactly once each, in order, and for a short duration. Unfortunately, that’s just not the way it is. Avoiding emotions may delay them, but they just come back later, usually at the least convenient time. Dealing with each feeling as it hits can be painful in the short-term, but there is an incredible amount of freedom on the other side of the wave.
- You can’t make everyone happy – you are not a jar of Nutella. Seriously.