In the whirlwind of life, there are moments of ennui and chaos, where time seems to stand still and rush by all at once. For me, this tumultuous blend has hindered my writing, leaving my thoughts scattered amidst dreams, nightmares, and plans.

They say that in the first year of grief, one should avoid major decisions. Yet, amidst the haze of loss, I made a decision that now weighs heavy with regret – a new bathtub, all wrong. As the anniversary of grief’s onset passes, I find myself at a crossroads, faced with the prospect of making significant choices once more.

But amid this turmoil, there is a glimmer of hope, a beacon guiding me back to the written word. With each step forward, I reclaim a piece of myself, finding solace in the act of putting pen to paper once more.

Writing has always been my sanctuary, a haven where chaos finds order and ennui finds purpose. It is in these moments of creation that I rediscover my voice, weaving tales of resilience amidst adversity.

So here’s to embracing the journey ahead, to navigating the turbulent waters of grief and renewal with courage and grace. As I embark on this path, I vow to write more prolifically, to honor the past while embracing the future, and to find balance amidst the chaos of life.

In the end, it is through writing that I find my truest self, a beacon of light amidst the darkness, guiding me home.