Yeah, okay. I'll get right on that.

My counselor says I have to grieve.

I've been watching Downton Abbey instead. And Grey's Anatomy. And Modern Family. And reading books. And playing Spider Solitaire on my phone. Basically, whatever I can do with my time that is:

A) not work
B) not school
C) not grieving
D) not thinking about grieving

So I'm avoiding. But to be fair, she might as well have told me that I needed to procure the left front hoof of a unicorn, because I feel equally equipped to do both. The bottom line is that I don't know how to grieve. I don't know how to conjure up feelings of sadness if they aren't already there, or if they are there but are buried deep. And when they do make an appearance (which does happen from time to time), I get so caught up in wanting to do the right thing that I totally over-think it and then the moment is gone. I'm way too cerebral for grieving. And yet, according to the therapist, it must be done.

That's all I have to say about that. I'm labeling this with "transition", because I'm hopeful that's what it is.