I make decisions. Brave. Minor. Definitive. I practice not being fine. Some days, the grief creeps in like an arctic freeze, and my body aches, deep in my joints and muscles, and it’s all I can do to get out of bed. On those days, I drive to the beach and toss sticks into the waves for Adonis to retrieve. I eat vegetables and drink water. I absorb sunlight and go for long walks.
