I had my life planned. It was a good plan. It was an altruistic, fiscally responsible, family-friendly kind of plan. It was a dependable and worthy plan. My plan blew up.
I don’t have a plan anymore.
In May of 2017 I was a part time Music Therapist and full time Stay at Home Mom happily tending to the needs of my young children, cooking healthy dinners, doing mediocre housework and generally enjoying the life that comes from new babies and happy marriages in Madison Wisconsin.
In May of 2017 my husband and our two kids left for a three week East Coast Extravaganza! A family adventure that would bring us to see most of our friends and family throughout the Northeast through a compact, kid-friendly and well thought out travel schedule.
In May of 2017, my husband died in a hospital room in New York City.
In May 2017, my life imploded in what continues to be the most profound, painful and mind-altering experience imaginable. Welcome to my journey. Welcome to the inner workings of my mind as I process, grieve, expand, continue.
Welcome to my unexpected second life.