I’m here. I’m alive, although apparently completely and absolutely numb. Which is okay.
I’m currently in my hotel room with my maid of honour getting ready to marry my husband (again) tomorrow.
We had our rehearsal dinner tonight and it was lovely to feel so cared for, so loved. I am actually looking forward to most of tomorrow.
But there is no question I am completely unable to access that centre. Who knows why. Part of me thinks it is because when I am here, I am my centre.
I did read the words my husband wrote about me in our speech tonight and I cried. I’ll share them with you tomorrow. May you all find a love as strong.
I’m cancelling the phone session with A. I’ve written her,
I need to cancel our phone session on Monday. Please confirm our next appointment time is Thursday at 7:30pm.
Talking to her from here will do me no good and will simply be a waste of her time and my money.
I’m surviving, things are okay, I’m numb but honestly? I think that’s a good thing.