Hanging on, and in. Still flinging, but not as much. Feeling sad, mad, and nowhere near the glad.
Trying to make sense of everything that came before and everything still to come. Knowing what has come but not fully "getting" how we got here. Questioning. Answering. Surrendering. Accepting.
Reminding myself what's good. Seeking more of the same. Trusting we'll come out the other side. Getting up every day to give it another whirl.
Saturday morning chuckle: I noticed that nutshell also reads Nuts Hell. How unintentionally apropos. :)