Well, over a month has come and gone, and it feels like one of the hardest I've ever had to get through.
I've even started answering people honestly when they ask how I'm doing. I tell them I've been better.
But right now is what matters. Right now, I'm where I'm supposed to be. With my dog at my feet and soup going on the stove. (I know it's about 80 degrees out, but I love soup. Soup is wholesome and comforting and nostalgic.)
I've been better, but I'm also a hell of a lot stronger.
And more self aware.
And surrounded by more support than I'd ever realized.
When you tell people how you're doing -- when you honestly tell them -- they get the opportunity to help out, if they're able to. Sometimes I need to give people a chance to do that.
I know this blog is super reflective, but after experiencing loss and what felt like chaos for awhile, I've turned a bit inward. I am making time for fun and friends, however, and when I do get time alone to recharge, I've started making it something really special. (Shout out to Raquel for her recommendations on self-care. She's a goddess.)
So turning inward isn't a reaction or a way of recoiling -- it's me being good to myself.
Like I said, I'm right where I need to be.