I think I’m going to write a book.
I’ve always loved to write and before I was mom and actually had free time (I mean really – what is free time?!) I wrote as an outlet.
I feel like the only way to get the yucky out is to literally get it out on paper. Or a screen.
I think it will be the most cathartic way to move on from the loss of Penny and the evolution of myself as a result.
Paw prints in Heaven – perhaps.