Do It: Chillax

The past seven days have been filled with every major life cycle point.

One Birth. Two Marriages. One Separation. Three Birthdays. One Death.

A blur of celebrations and remembrances - each bringing together family or friends I don't often see and who I already miss now that they've returned to "normal" life.

None of these things actually happened to me. Whenever I get in these situations, I tend to focus on mundane tasks - does everyone have directions? are glasses full? does the trash need to be taken out?

Ok, ok, it's a coping mechanism. I'm not into thinking about my feelings.

But now that the week has gone by and I'm processing the events, I'm experiencing a rush of thoughts I wish I'd shared in the moment.

So here I am, chillaxing, wishing I'd done it earlier. If we've broken bread this week and you get a cheesy email from me, don't be shocked.