This has been a hard week. Two lights lost to the world and moving beyond, two new holes in the world. I wish I could physically be at the memorials for both. My heart is there.
It feels somewhat wrong to be moving on (as it always does after a loss), but at the same time it feels right. The loss of anyone is a reminder of what matters, to value those things in life. To make our lives worthwhile.
I want to make my life mean something. To be a good mother to that amazing kid above. To be a good friend. To write something that fills a hole in someone else’s life.
I will do these things. I will make my time on this earth mean something.
On the mundane side, I have been keeping on with keeping on. Still keeping my chains unbroken, and this week finally getting around to trialling the Pomodoro technique. Much modified (which for me means that I pretty much only get one or two pomodoros in per day) but so far it’s working pretty well.
Some links for the week: