My youngest graduated last week. I insisted it wasn’t bothering me — even as I lost the ability to focus, retain any information, or sleep like a person with a working nervous system. Real goldfish situation.
Turns out smooshing down grief doesn’t make it disappear. It just relocates.
This week: what happened when the relief finally hit, a decluttering project that turned into a reread of Gretchen Rubin’s Better Than Before, and what I’m learning about which of my habits actually serve me — including my habit of expecting bad outcomes, and my slow project of shifting that.
Plus: two college graduations, two totally different vibes, and why the contrast moved me more than I expected.
