Today marks 101 days straight of writing. Some days have been easier. On other days, it’s been quite a struggle to string a sentence together. Lately, my brain has been a tad bit foggy. Simple tasks such as writing my name down on a clipboard at the radiology center have befuddled me. Grief can make you fuzzy. So can all the tasks on hand that go along with after-death processes and planning. Did that even make sense? Moving on.
Back to the number 101. In some numerology circles, the number 101 can represent new beginnings and growth. Supposedly, the spiritual meaning is that of change and making progress. Either way it’s movement.
101 is often used for coursework to note it is rudimentary or the building blocks of knowledge. Without 101, you can’t go into advanced coursework. Supposedly.
Yes, progress, change, and building blocks for the future. I suppose that is where I am at. I suppose a lot these days.
Categories: Academia, Culture, death, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
It makes perfect sense to me. I’ve been in this state or process for 16 months when I lost my son suddenly, my only child at age 36. Grief brain is real. My heart goes out to you and your son. Big hugs.
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