I haven't really written anything, except for my grandfather's eulogy. I'm a little bummed because I was writing a lot, and writing things I really liked. I know, grieving and all that takes up a lot of space but I'm still frustrated that I've lost my momentum. I started one poem this weekend but it got away from me because I was sharing a bed with my mourning grandmother who kept waking up to ask me if I was okay. I know when everything settles I'll be fine and the writing will come again but I feel like I've lost my anchor and I hate feeling unhinged.
But, this will pass and I have things to look forward to. I have good friends and a sense of humor. I'm going to start journaling again. I'm going to go for a walk. I sound like a Hallmark card, which makes me realize I really need to get out.