The thought that the days are once again getting longer initially fills me with panic.
But, that much I have learnt in these last nine months: Panic comes and goes, it has no hold over me. Well, at least not now with summer out there and seven weeks of summer break for R ahead of us.
I am slowly learning to not fear the future, to let it happen. I have accepted a bit of this life. A bit only, mind you. There is too much to fear, so I am doing bits. Bits of work, bits of gardening, bits of cooking, bits of cycling, bits of weeping, bits of laughter, bits of distraction and so on.