WYG Prompt 15: Halfway-through reflections.

Prompt: We’re half-way through. Has anything developed or become clear in your writing that you hadn’t seen before? Have you learned anything about yourself, or your grief, or the ways things live in you? Has anything surprised you? Disappointed you?

I didn’t know people would misunderstand me so much

I didn’t know the Callie/co-worker thing would hurt me so much.

I didn’t know how many people would—and continue to—come to my rescue, in astonishing ways.

I didn’t know how much emotional sludge would be drudged up.

I didn’t know how exhausting that would be.

I didn’t kow that could still be a good thing.

I didn’t knw I could be as gentle with myself as I’ve been for missing posts.

I didn’t know I could crank out 11 posts in just a few days about my heaviest truth.

I forgot about the magical, happy little accidents that can happen in writing.

I forgot how fun found poetry is.

I didn’t expect writing would bring back memories.

Surprising:
The prompts that seemed innocuous could turn out to be so meaty and cathartic (e.g. color)

Revelation: I think maybe Dad talks to me through Nick Cave songs. “It was you, it was you and only you.” I miss you, Daddy. And mom. And JJ. And Camilla. And my old ignorance. So much happened in one year.