This one is going to be incredibly short.

Let’s talk about acceptance. That final stage of grief where you’re expected to accept and move on.

I want to keep this one short mostly because most days, I feel like I’m still waist deep in this stage.

It’s not necessarily a good or bad thing, it’s just the acknowledgement that although this has happened, you’ll be able to push forward.

It’s about adjusting. I found myself altering my normal routine to accommodate chores that used to be split between two people. Instead of waking up at 5:30 to walk the dog before work, I now get up at 5:00, to clean the litter boxes and feed the cats as well.

Small adjustments and accomplishments here and there consistently remind me, that yes, this terrible thing happened.

But you know what?

I’ll be just fine.