You are always with me. In those times when I lose my cool under frustration, like yesterday when Everett was whining and simultaneously the dog threw up all over the carpet, I can feel you witnessing it all. I can feel you helping me, calming me or laughing at the chaos and confusion you used to know so well.
With the drapes down, you realize you never finished painting the walls. With the
rug gone, you remember how much you love the wood floor. Without the bookshelves, you see how large
the room truly is.
All of the elements of "self" came into question: my body had changed.
Relationships were changing. I questioned my place in society, my work, contributions, decisions
and balance.
