Day 30 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Having lost my mother 10 days ago has changed the lens through which I view life and the world. Our world feels more broken to me. It’s hard to be optimistic. It’s hard to put on a smile. When I read things about the US election and Donald Trump, I feel like vomiting. And I don’t read alot of that. Still, it adds to my grief.

I don’t want to stay there. I don’t want to feel so dark and hopeless about our world and life. It’s a good reason to write about living and aging and fiercely. I always want to be Wonder Woman but I don’t have much wonder in me now. I’m a bit wobbly on my feet, fuzzy in the head and fear in my heart. I’m no spring chicken any more. Can I survive and thrive through all this? I’m not tough as nails but I probably have a little rust in me.

Oh poor me! I have to get over myself. Many have been in my shoes and many more will follow. We all travel same hard roads and cry the same woes. It does give me comfort knowing that. I will get some sleep now. Tomorrow I will work on being fierce.