I had a tiny little breakdown yesterday during workshop. One girl turned in some deeply nostalgic pieces about growing up with her grandmother, and I got to thinking about my own grandparents and I was just overwhelmed not so much with grief, but with a sense of missing them.
I got up and went out and sat in the empty student lounge and just bawled out loud, crying. SO that was s but much. I had a crying fit at the last residency I went to–during Tammie’s thesis reading about her son dying. I hope it doesn’t become a pattern.
Otherwise things are still going well–we’re having good workshops with our group–I’m up for workshop today with my latest piece I’ve written. I’m really interested to see everyone’s reactions to it.
WEll, I need to go to get breakfast so I will be settled in for class. Hopefully today with go well with no hiccups. Day by day, I have to keep reminding myself. Take it day by day.