I’ve spent most of this week feeling like I was walking in slow motion, or heavily medicated with mind-numbing drugs.
The death of a loved one (especially someone who was such a joyful soul) hits you in waves.
I’ve felt numb and helpless, and it took the poor service provided by a Nigerian retailer to wake me up and remind me to use my words (you can find my mini-rant on my Twitter page, @ivysoclassy).
I’m back to writing, scheduling posts, reading books for pleasure, and reading books about writing.
I have almost filled three journals with written magic 😄 Here’s to more writing (new posts from Monday) 😊 Rest In Peace, dear cousin ✌
Thanks for reading.