2018 Reflections

[rivervox]

Just reflecting on all the death, darkness and change in the last half of 2018. So heavy. It brought me to my knees. We lost Zephyr. He literally died in my hands while Honey was away. Anthony Bourdain. I was surprised by the depth of my grief. The stress of the bat mitzvah and subsequent frustrations were exhausting. We moved offices, which for some reason threw me for a loop. No resilience. No bounce. I worked at home for weeks, growing more depressed as it coincided with my annual grief fest during the period when my mother was dying. Then to lose Uncle Rod and have Aunt Imy so ill. It just all ground to a halt. In other news, my hip injury has been slowing me down. The pain and stress wearing away at me day after day.

A new year. A new office. New plays to see and places to go.