Usually, I’m good at it: establishing new habits, developing new routines designed to help me adjust to whatever changes have been thrown my way. I did it after Trent broke my world apart with his bare hands, when a drunk driver stole my brother from me, and both times Chris left me with a knife in my gut and a hole in my chest where my heart used to be. I’ve done it so many times, I used to consider myself something of an expert, but not anymore.
