During the onset of a successful recovery from grief, I am prone to attempting to restructure my life so whatever caused the grief does not happen again. I sit for long hours and determine any myriad of causes that added to the potpourri of despair.
I look at myself and wonder what it is I can nip and tuck and chisel away to form a sculpture of supreme beauty. Redouble artistic efforts, that’s a possibility. Learn to cook better food. There’s always weight to lose and muscles to reform, knowledge to gather for its own sake, practical skills to cultivate in the name of practicality, money to make which allows for everything else .… Click to continue...