Thank you so much, dear Ezinne. One of the biggest challenges dad’s death is presenting is the reconciliation with my own mortality and how, for real and true, I am not a young woman anymore. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, for sure. I feel afraid, for maybe the first REAL time, of not achieving my goals or fulfilling my dreams. AT ALL.

I guess until now, some part of my mind was still caught up in “someday.” and “I have time.”

But I’ve gotten so off-track in my life, I’m finally facing the realization that those losses are probably not recoverable within my lifetime.

It is devastating. ❤

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.