Getting myself off the floor.

It has now been over 9 weeks ago that Tricky passed away. At times I still feel the ripples of this major loss. As usual, life has been going on, not waiting for me to catch up but forcing me to keep on moving.

Everyone falls at some point flat on their face. That is not weakness. Weakness is not getting up again.

I have been telling myself this over and over again. Even though I know it is true, sometimes it is easier said than done. For the most I function just fine again, I can laugh and participate. I can concentrate and work. I can even look at and play with other cats without instantly breaking out into tears. I can even talk about him without sobbing.

But for all this time I have not been able to write here, on my own site, in my own world. For many weeks I also completely stopped tweeting, on both accounts, business and personal. There was just nothing to say. To get myself off the floor I forced myself to begin again with a tweet here or there. Starting to blog again is the next step.