Grieving on Schedule

Who’da thunk?

Not to toot my own horn—no, I’m going to do exactly that.

Sometimes the things I do are really smart.

I make mistakes all the time and still frequently call myself an idiot despite thousands and thousands of dollars of coaching.

Also true: Some of the things I do are really smart and make a lot of sense.

This includes designating a day for grief.

I told myself Wednesdays are for grief, and now I feel grief on Wednesdays.

My body knows to expect it, and Mother Nature even plays along sometimes and darkens the skies. Which I am always so grateful for. Because it is nice to feel in step with Mother Nature.

Today there are storms on the horizon here in DC and in my psyche.

Matchy-matchy helps me feel better when other things don’t feel good.

A guy in junior high liked me because my socks always matched my shirt. Which told me there was trauma in his family.

I am eased by th…