🐱 Counting Steps 🐱
I forgot my Fitbit on Wednesday and I couldn't track my steps for the day. I didn't track my steps when I found my dead cat in the neighbours garden. I didn't track the steps I took from my house to go get her. I didn't track the steps pacing in my garden crying and holding her, one last time. Those steps counted though, they were needed. The steps taken to inform my employer that I won't be in the next day was important and the steps they took to support me are cherished. Important steps but I didn't count them. I didn't count the steps I took to bury my cat. You don't need to count sad steps. The replaying of my(and her) steps those past 48 hrs, and her short life, was and is inevitable and essential. My brain /heart is sorting out the files and taking steps to heal the pain. Stepping into grief, day 4 is still feeling a bit like day 1. The steps I took in puddles of my own(and others) tears are imprinted and they are steps to healing. The steps of g...