Getting older means realizing death is no longer something that happens to “other people.” After surgery and reflection, I find myself thinking about mortality, regret, and the strange comfort of finally being honest about what hurts — and what doesn’t.
Tag: Acceptance
Reflections from the Opera
A quiet afternoon at the opera turns into a reflection on grief, rumination, and the long shadow of regret. Sometimes, healing looks less like triumph and more like showing up for yourself one small outing at a time.
The Stages Aren’t Stages
Well, after today’s first round of Fasnacht parades and some early morning fishing, I took a minute to look over my recent brainstorm writing to figure out how I’m really feeling. After reading through it all, I realized I’m still really angry. I’m not even sure why exactly—so many things have happened since the start …