Bad-ass emotional skill: unlocked!
That moment when you realize you can do nearly any daily household task (brushing teeth, folding laundry, taking supplements, feeding dogs) while full-on sobbing. Because grief calls for honoring. Because it arises on its own timing and not at convenient times in the calendar. Because suppressing it is more of a betrayal. Because there's a *flow* to it, a rising and falling, that I'm becoming fascinated with. Because I've learned that far from being a terrifying attacker, a black malevolence that will drown me