There's much talk here of coping etc and all of us seem to have, at some point felt we can't see a way forward and some are very distressed in their grief.
This morning I got on with some work on Carla's apartment here and the final job is to do the bathroom and it is finally underway as of today. I am fortunate to have trained as an electrician, helped my Dad who was a plumber and worked in the building trade. (Before re training as an electronics engineer)
But I saw real progress today in my head state and imagined I was emptying a bucket of sand with a pair of fine tweezers grain by grain scarcely noticeable at first but as time goes by it begins to empty, that is how I am going to view my "progress"
Anyone else see my idea? Or have I finally lost it completely and carrying this bucket of sand everywhere will mark me out as a complete loon? (I'm not really carrying a bucket of sand everywhere!)
