What an intense couple of months this has been.  Since the new year, my mother’s health has declined rapidly until her death a couple of weeks ago and we said farewell to her at her burial on Friday.   Of course there are still all the practical things to sort and the grieving to be acknowledged but now, my focus returns to me and mine.

I’m reminded that #MyTime was about discovering the things that I want to spend my time with, when I have it.  Now, I don’t want it all to be about looking back, I’m open to new things and I hope I will have the courage to try and do new things.  I may not always be able to do everything I want to though.  I’m nursing a fractured wrist at the moment (yes, what was that about self-care in week 29?) so whatever I choose to do I need to make sure I am able and actually, sometimes, I may need help to achieve it.  I certainly couldn’t have done some of the clearing tasks this last weekend if David, my partner, hadn’t been there to help, and so many other things too.  What’s more, over this last few weeks, I’ve had so much emotional support from friends that I couldn’t possibly feel alone.