My birthday was yesterday, and as awesome as it is to be twenty-seven (right, yeah right), it was a difficult day.
It's been a month since my father passed away, and having my birthday happen right after things became less sharp and pointy made feelings and sadness I hadn't felt resurface.
I'm not saying it's been easy, but it's been easy to dive into work, and for that, I'm grateful. The downside is that I rarely have time to myself, and things have just been piling up until I just breakdown. Physically, emotionally.
Even though it's hard to say "My father is dea--", well, I still can't say it.
Even though it's hard, I'm not unhappy. I'm happy with my life, with everything in it and the direction I'm going in. Sometimes, though, I should have more patience.
I'm trying to slow down, even though it hurts, and let myself experience everything. The happy bits and the sad parts. All of that.
It really is just one moment at a time.