I’m in a state of mourning.
Not the kind where you wear black for two months, unless of course you’re talking about the five pairs of yoga pants I’ve worn on rotation for the past seven weeks. They suck me in in all the right places, OK? Honestly, at this point I question whether I could even zip up a pair of jeans.
And not the kind of mourning where people come together to share stories over casserole dishes and reminisce. I mean, yes I just made cookies, solely to eat the dough but let’s be honest, sharing is not caring right now.
It’s more like mourning the loss of, well … everything.
Life as we know it has been flipped on it’s end and in so many ways, we’re all grieving.
Grieving the loss of what was and the acceptance of what is.
The loss of connection
Of last minute coffee dates with friends
Of vacations
Of events
Of sports
Of school
Of plans
Of control
And at the root of it all – TOGETHERNESS.
I’m in a state of mourning.
Not the kind where you wear black for two months, unless of course you’re talking about the…
