So here's the thing that happened after my father-in-law, my babies, and my dad all died suddenly (without any explanation)...
I cannot outrun it (I'm not kidding...I've actually started walking/running).
I am terrified I am going to die suddenly (with or without an explanation).
Every little ache or pain is now a harbinger of death (and Dr. Google is not helping).
It's irrational...but I can't NOT think about it.
So I'm starting projects again.
Fake it till ya make it, right?
Not sure this blog will be one of those projects...but I think there is something cathartic about writing out all the garbage that's floating around in my brain.
In the meantime, I just hope I don't die.