6 months and I am living...

It's been already 6 months since mom was not around me no longer.
Her vivid voice is still lingering on my ears whenever I am driving to home, especially around 8 PM. I used to call her every evening until she left me. The call records have been preserved in my phone, though I do not play them often these days. It may be due to my reluctant mood and fear for facing heavy sadness.
Recently, I signed up several intensive yoga classes that will start in November and finish in the last week of December. Sometimes just diving into something new and busy would reduce and take away depression.
This will be small steps to my dreams.
I am going to have hectic weekends ever until the last day of 2020. Of course, I am not sure I could do it well, but sure thing is that I will do my very best to do it as I used to do so far.