It’s amazing what the mind must do to close the proverbial chapter. A mourning process must be had. Time allowed to grieve.

The internet says the following on the seven stages:

The seven emotional stages of grief are usually understood to be shock or disbelief, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, and acceptance/hope. Symptoms of grief can be emotional, physical, social, or religious in nature. 

I think I’m at acceptance/hope since I’ve had a year to come to terms with this chapter closing, a year to theorize on a plan. I fedex’d the last of my company belongings Thursday and now I’ve started to hit Pinterest harder that an alcoholic who’s fallen off the wagon! My corporate fed mind is searching for projects, searching for the adrenaline that comes from deadlines and stress. SHIT! I’m going through withdrawals, is there a name for these withdrawals?! I’m going to need to start a detox STAT!  It’s only been a week and I ACTUALLY MISS the sound of my phone dinging in the middle of the night with emails. SERIOUS DETOX in order! I’ll let you know how that goes when I get one. For now I’m holding on to my early morning cappuccinos, CNN and the prospect of gutting every room in my house. WISH ME LUCK!