It's only a couple of weeks into the new year, and my kinda half resolution was to try and be a better friend*,and not shy away from social situations. I'm doing ok, not great, but ok. I even went on a Mums (from school) night out last Friday, that was weird,but not horrible.
The truth is, that unless I push myself I'm more comfortable just being at home with Ernest, spending our days gently while the big ones are at school and Woody is at work.
I know though that being home alone every day can also be a little bit reality altering, it's too easy to get sucked into negative thinking sometimes.
The January light here in the North West is so very grey, a cold unforgiving grey that makes everything look so dreary.
These tulips are at least a little brightness .
I've been thinking about redecorating.After Florence died I honestly couldn't care less how the house looked, and little jobs that normally would be taken care of haven't been, and looking around, especially in this cold grey light I can see how much Woody and I have neglected our home.
Grief's cold fingers reach out into every aspect of life.
* I think there might be one or two friends reading this and rolling their eyes. I'm sorry, I'm trying, honestly. x