Last week I said two goodbyes. One sad. One happy. Both involved a rainbow of emotions.
Where losing my beloved dog Billie was concerned, I went from devastated to sad to depressed to numb to resigned. This week I'm able to focus more on wonderful memories than her sad absence. My new favorite cliche: Time heals.
The other goodbye involved pushing through my grief (and what proved to be a difficult story all the way around) to finish my next book Out of Eden. That involved some intensive almost round-the-clock writing. I went from stressed to panicked to determined to delirious to inspired and lastly to elated. I not only got to the end, I really liked the end. In my sleep-deprived delirium, I rediscovered the joy of that story and was very pleased with what I turned in.
And over the moon to say goodbye.
This week is a breathing week. I'm catching up on a lot of things that fell through the cracks over the last month. I'm also catching up on pleasure reading, watching some movies with my husband, and doing some 'me' stuff like getting a manicure and contemplating a new hairstyle. (Why is it that after working so hard to grow out my bangs, I always then want to chop new bangs?!) I'm also simmering on my next story... Into the Wild. Hoping to dip my toes into that jungle adventure this weekend. Ah, the anticipation.
Here's to letting go and looking forward.
What about you? Something exciting on the horizon? Please share!