Saw this post and wanted to share on our feed. We're all going through a terrible year together, mostly virtually.
More grieving than we'll ever know or process. And guess what Repost kwohtations It feels wrong, somehow, to be out here trying to sell anything in a year filled with losses. I am also grappling with what it means to write and sell a book born incest chat site of my own grief and loss.
In my experience, this how grief exists—not in a vacuum, but somehow squeezed alongside everything else in our lives. We grieve in meetings, in virtual parties, while cooking, running errands, watching movies, reading books, on normal days and on holidays, by ourselves and with others, and despite whatever we post or don't post on the internet.
We grieve even while we laugh—and yes, it's possible to do and mean both at the same time.