Finished already...?

Yesterday I tried to force my writing and it was a disaster. I wrote and rewrote. An hour passed and I felt like I was worse off than when I started. Unsure how to share my previous journal entries on the blog. Is it important - who is this blog for anyway?

Today and possibly for a few days I feel like I am done with grief. Done. Over it. Grieved out. Finished.

 Maybe I feel a little angry - yep I feel angry, but I can't put my finger on it. I'm not angry with anyone or anything. Maybe I'm angry at grief. I feel weighted down like lead weights are attached to my ankles and wrists. What is this about?

Oh, I remember now.

The path of the labyrinth has surprised me again. I had reached close enough to the center that I must have felt almost done. Sanctified, pious, self-important - my ego shined boastful - look at us.

I admit I woke up with a faint feeling of loss. I looked over and saw a few of Mike's shirts sticking out of the closet - orange and blue stripes. Tears. I haven't felt teary for days, maybe even weeks - at least it has felt like weeks.

Finished? I guess not. On to a new leg of the journey.