9 months out.

I wonder if my pops is resting with the peace he did not have on earth.

It’s been 9 months since Rodney has transitioned. And 364 days since my dad has left as well. I’ve been keeping myself so busy that these anniversaries are catching up to me in places where I’ve enlisted distractions. These moments have been overbearing and restricting.

I’m in a really weird space. Where nothing but my attitude towards life has changed. There are good things happening, decent things; and then things i would rather ignore.  I have been doing my best to not let my priorities pile up but to be honest to expect anything decent from me, is a lot to expect.

I am fresh out of my people pleasing season.