I Don’t Know What’s Next: Loving the Questions

Five months ago, my daughter moved out. After 29 years of being a parent, this chapter has come to a close.
When I started taking selfies, I realized I was lost.
I don’t know what to do with myself.

My house stays clean. There’s barely any laundry. The fridge is full.
I’ve spent decades raising two children, caring for a sick husband, and an aging mother. Now my life is quiet. Still.

I have all this energy — and I don’t know where to direct it.

“I don’t know” is the black water I’m swimming in.

And then I heard these words