Have you ever written about something that affects you, and after spending a good hour on it, feeling that you have written all you want about it, read through it, did a bit of editing on it and then publishing it, suddenly realise…there was a whole other aspect of what you should have written about?
I decided to take the “day off” yesterday. You know, enjoy not doing anything. Letting my overactive monkey mind to relax. Maybe, read a book. Have a couple of naps. Just be totally lazy. Basically, let Abigail my inner magical sloth (shamelessly borrowed from Lev Grossman’s The Magician King – awesome book, by the way) to come out and just do what sloths do best.
In about 3 hours, it will be exactly 2 months and a day since my mum was rushed to the hospital in distress. 2 months since I spent the night that was to be her last, with her at the hospital and a day short of 2 months since she passed on – to continue her journey as the beautiful, amazing soul that she is.