The leash is still by my door. I cannot move it. Not yet.
But every morning I walk past it to make my coffee. That is Step O.
After Jiraiya died, my mornings fell apart. No warm weight against my leg. No reason to get up. The bowl stayed in the cupboard. The walk did not happen. The silence was deafening.
So I started with one thing.
A glass of water by my bed. Drink it when I wake up.
That was my routine for two weeks. It was not much. But it kept me here.
Option A: Maintain what you can
You still need to eat breakfast. Even if you do not want to. You still need to get dressed. Even if pajamas feel safer.
Option B: Reinvent everything
I stopped walking past the park where we walked every day. For three months, I drove the other way. I moved the leash to a closet, then to a memory box.
The routine is not about being productive. It is about staying alive inside your grief.
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