First and foremost to get it out of the way... no soda. Still on track.
Second, I had my first grief therapy appointment following my father's passing yesterday and it is clear that this is going to be a full, whole body and mind integration. What stands out to me is how I described myself vs. how my therapist described myself.
I described myself as a 1000-piece puzzle that never seems to get finished. Sure there's a corner here and a piece there that's put together but the picture is never fully finished because you keep putting it back in the box to work on later. The way he described me was very much a trailblazing free spirit who wants to have that stable "rock" of an existence but not lose the other side of me at the same time.
I cried. I cried a lot. I am sure I will cry some more.
This truly was a good decision on my part and I look forward to continuing this journey.