I get a daily writing prompt, and today I was asked to describe myself in an alternate universe. Mind you, I have not had any coffee yet and I can smell the fresh bread from the bakery down the street, so …
In an alternate universe, my mom and I would have moved to Spain together — not just me, figuring it all out alone.
She’d still be here, helping me navigate the hard stuff, spotting the red flags I missed in my grief, reminding me who I am when things get hard.
In that universe, nothing and no one would have knocked the ground out from under me. I wouldn’t be rebuilding from the rubble of so many unexpected turns. My mom and I would be on the road in my RV, seeing the places we dreamed about, making the most out of the time we had.
It's Fine, I'm Fine, Everything's Fine 