Time Flies When You're On The Floor

When you are grieving for a lost loved one, the whole world seems to be telling you that any type of behavior is acceptable...for a time. Then one day, you are supposed to just know when, you are expected to pick yourself up, dust off the shroud of feelings you have been in encased in, and just Get On With Life.

I have been lying on the floor for six months.

I get up to go to work. I come home to eat badly, water plants occasionally and lay for hours on end watching bad TV.

It's been six months since she died.

It's time to get up.

Inertia is a weight that rules me. I put away the whiskey without thinking about it months ago. I still of pizza as a food group though. True Blood on Netflix can still steal two complete days from my life without a second thought.

I am upright. I am writing this. I went to work last week. I had a BBQ recently. Somewhere in there healing is taking place.

I am not the same though. I don't know who I am now. I have anger and passions and beliefs that are all new to me.

And it's time to do something with them.

On the days I can get off the floor.