This week’s newsletter will be a bit shorter. In all seriousness, I’m giving myself some grace.
Newest readers may not know the troubles that I’ve had over the last few months. My daughter got into a fairly traumatic car accident, and then my best friend just passed away after a month long struggle in the hospital.*
According to
grief.com, there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. (The site also lists a sixth one: meaning.)
FYI, they have a photo of a beach right on that page. They are all but telling me to buy a beach house. Just think about how easy it would be to go through all these stages if I had one.
I’ve struggled for a while with finishing my book, Girl Scorned. But no matter what I did, my friend was one of my biggest cheerleaders. She believed in me, and she knew that one day I would finish.
So, while all my emotions play within those five stages of grief, part of me has jumped straight to the meaning. I choose to believe that she was telling me to finish.
* Made so much worse because of the horrible doctors at this hospital, which may or may not be UPMC in Harrisburg CTICU. Absolutely zero compassion along with a general nasty attitude.
