I think it’s hard for us to hear the word “mourning” without conjuring up great loss, people dressed in black for a year, but it’s like this…
While I am celebrating the sense of satisfaction I got from sitting down and writing something that I’ve been incubating for almost a month now, I am also mourning the fact that I lost track of time and missed my chance to connect with my partner before it was time for him to go to sleep.
Like all the needs, mourning is always woven in and out of everyday life. The thickness of its thread varies.